I Wish The Rent Was Heaven Sent.

Blues Had The Pulse Beat Of The People Who Keep On Going.

My Seeking Has Been To Explain And Illuminate The Negro Condition In America And Obliquely That Of All Human Kind.

Melting Pot Harlem-harlem Of Honey And Chocolate And Caramel And Rum And Vinegar And Lemon And Lime And Gall. Dusky Dream Harlem Rumbling Into A Nightmare Tunnel Where The Subway From The Bronx Keeps Right On Downtown.

There Is No Color Line In Death. I Swear To The Lord I Still Can't See Why Democracy Means Everybody But Me. O, Yes, I Say It Plain, America Never Was America To Me, And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be! I Am The American Heartbreak- The Rock On Which Freedom Stumped Its Toe.

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