I Am A Negro: Black As The

The Rain Plays A Little Sleep Song On Our Roof At Night And I Love The Rain.

Though You May Hear Me Holler, And You May See Me Cry-- I'll Be Dogged, Sweet Baby, If You Gonna See Me Die.

A Dream Deferred Is A Dream Denied.

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.

Never Look For A Worm In The Apple Of Your Eye.