I Am A Negro: Black As The

Summer Was Made To Give You A Taste Of What Hell Is Like. Winter Was Made For Landladies To Charge High Rents And Keep Cold Radiators And Make A Fortune Off Of Poor Tenants.

It Has Seemed To Me That Most People Are Generally Good, In Every Race And In Every Country Where I Have Been.

While Over Alabama Earth These Words Are Gently Spoken: Serve And Hate Will Die Unborn. Love And Chains Are Broken.

Cheap Little Rhymes A Cheap Little Tune Are Sometimes As Dangerous As A Sliver Of The Moon.

I've Been Scared And Battered. My Hopes The Wind Done Scattered. Snow Has Friz Me, Sun Has Baked Me, Looks Like Between 'em They Done Tried To Make Me Stop Laughin', Stop Lovin', Stop Livin'-- But I Don't Care! I'm Still Here!