The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.

If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.

Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.