That Stagolee was an all-right lad Till he killed a cop and turned out bad, Though some do say to this very day He killed more'n one 'fore he killed that 'fay. But anyhow the tale ain't new How Stagolee just up and slew A big policeman on 'leventh street And all he knowed was tweet-tweet-tweet Oh I ‘speck he’d done some too-bad dirt Wid dat blade...Learn More

For my people everywhere singing their slave songs repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an unseen power; For my people lending their strength to the years, to the gone years and the now years and the maybe years, washing ironing...Learn More