Hell of a distance
Between us two.
I beg a dime for dinner-
You got a butler and maid.
But I’m wakin’ up!
Say, ain’t you afraid
That I might, just maybe,
In a year or two,
Move on over
To Park Avenue?
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O.K.ed it when?My goodness, CentralThat was then!I’m mad and disgustedWith that Negro now.I don’t pay no REVERSEDCHARGES nohow.You say, I will pay it–Else you’ll take out my phone?You better letMy phone alone.I didn’t ask himTo telephone me.Roscoe knows darn wellLONG DISTANCEAin’t free.If I ever catch him,Lawd, have pity!Calling me upFrom Kansas City.Just to say he…
That Justice is a blind goddess
Her bandage hides two festering soresThat once perhaps were eyes.
Only dumb guys fight.
I wouldn’t be fightin’.I could make six dollars a dayOn the docksAnd I’d save more than I do now.Only dumb guys fight.
By what sends
I ain’t sent:I know I can’tbe President.What don’t bugthem white kidssure bugs me:We know everybodyain’t free.Lies written downfor white folksain’t for us a-tall:Liberty And Justice–Huh!–For All?
It would be nice
To someday meet youFace to faceWalking downThe road to hell…As I come upFeeling swell.
Tell all my mourners
Cause there ain’t no senseIn my bein’ dead.