Tomorrow, I Might Be In A Different

Funk, Gospel, Blues Is All Out Of Slavery Times, Out Of Depression, Out Of Sorrow.

Birds Flying High You Know How I Feel Sun In The Sky You Know How I Feel Breeze Driftin' On By You Know How I Feel And This Old World Is A New World And A Bold World For Me And I'm Feeling Good I'm Feeling Good

I'm Sorry That I Did Not Become The World's First Black Classic Pianist. I Think I Would Have Been Happier.

I Think The Rich Are Too Rich And The Poor Are Too Poor. I Don't Think The Black People Are Going To Rise At All; I Think Most Of Them Are Going To Die.

To Most White People, Jazz Means Black And Jazz Means Dirt, And That's Not What I Play. I Play Black Classical Music.