Nothing Could Stop Mississippi.

We Real Cool. We Left School. We Lurk Late. We Strike Straight. We Sing Sin. We Thin Gin. We Jazz June. We Die Soon.

Exhaust The Little Moment / Soon It Dies.

I Don't Like The Idea Of The Black Race Being Diluted Out Of Existence. I Like The Idea Of All Of Us Being Here.

We Don't Ask A Flower Any Special Reason For Its Existence. We Just Look At It And Are Able To Accept It As Being Something Different From Ourselves.

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.