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Chile, these steps is hard to climb. Grandma, lend me a dime.Montage of a dream deferred: Grandma acts like She ain’t heard.Chile, Granny ain’t got no dime. I might’ve knowed It all the time.
I don’t dare start thinking in the morning. I don’t dare start thinking in the morning. If I thought thoughts in bed, Them thoughts would bust my head— So I don’t dare start thinking in the morning.I don’t dare remember…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars?Insurance man, he did not pay—His insurance lapsed the other day—Yet they got a satin boxfor his head to lay. Night funeral In Harlem: Who was it sent That…
He was a soldier in the army,But he doesn’t walk like one.He walks like his soldieringDays are done. Son!… Son!
I feel like dancin’, baby,till the sun goes down. But I wonder wherethe sunriseMonday morning’s gonna be? I feel like dancin’!Baby, dance with me!
I had a dreamand I could seea million facesblack as me!A nightmare dream:Quicker than lightAll them facesTurned dead white!Boogie-woogie,Rolling bass,Whirling trebleof cat-gut lace.
On sunny summer Sunday afternoons in Harlemwhen the air is one interminable ball gameand grandma cannot get her gospel hymnsfrom the Saints of God in Christon account of the Dodgers on the radio,on sunny Sunday afternoonswhen the kids look all…
If I just had a piano,if I just had a organ, if I just had a drum,how I could praise my Lord!But I don’t need no piano, neither organ nor drunfor to praise my Lord!
When pimps out of loneliness cry: Great God!Whores in final weariness say: Great God! Oh, God! My God! Great God!
When a chile gets to be thirteen and ain’t seen Christ yet,she needs to set on de moaner’s bench night and day.Jesus, lover of my soul!Hail, Mary, mother of God!Let me to thy bosom fly!Amen! Hallelujah!Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming…