The Rhythm Of Life Is A Jazz

We Build Our Temples For Tomorrow, Strong As We Know How, And We Stand On Top Of The Mountain, Free Within Ourselves.

Good Morning, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Listen Closely: You'll Hear Their Feet Beating Out And Beating Out A - You Think It's A Happy Beat? Listen To It Closely: Ain't You Heard Something Underneath Like A - What Did I Say? Sure, I'm Happy! Take It Away! Dream Boogie Hey, Pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!

Pleasured Equally In Seeking As In Finding, Each Detail Minding, Old Walt Went Seeking And Finding.

I Am A Negro: Black As The Night Is Black, Black Like The Depths Of My Africa.

Harriet Tubman Lived To See The Harvest.