I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.
Life dosent frighten me at all.
I wish the rent Was heaven sent.
Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?
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.