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They continued to struggle Living in the cracks With the problems they juggled Because they are black But then they came out
Play that trumpet all night long Move those hips side to side Let them black bodies swing with glee It's Jazz Sway your body to and fro Let your body move itself Throw back your head and let out a yelp.
I see a black man singing in the Lexicon Lounge, Proudly. Instead of humming the toon of 'This Little Light of Mine". Under the upper hand of his white master. I see him performing to a crowd of his peers, his people.