was on his own. He took out his horn and did a
few more up, and then he rode close. The
crowd was captured after his second strand. He
played with all his heart and soul, his
song for his nina. His fingers danced over his
golden brass trumpet. His king was making
magical music. It was late for the Metropolis,
but he knew he had begun to play and grow.
His mind and body both were free, he thought,
as he headed for Nina's place. He had learned
what it took to be a man, and now he must
strive for uplifting that man. He thought
to himself of Nina's lips, hair, and body, but
was no longer obsessed. As he climbed
the stairs to her place, he thought this would
be the last time he would lay in her arms.
His horn would have to come first, at least for
a while. Thank you.
For you is who are we? Who are we? We are the
people who have tried to fashion a better
way of life from the confusion, from the
hypocrisy, and from the misunderstandings.
We've tried
to fashion a world that would hold all the
people with all the faces, all the atoms,
all the ease, and all their countless
generations. But who are we? Who are we? We are
the people
who have gone to school to learn the reasons
why, the answers to, the people who, the places
where, and the days when, only to graduate from
some of the finest institutions in the
world, at the top of our class, and still be
called a people of genetic inferiority.
But who are we? Who are we? We are a people
with creative powers that works to pull down
mountains of evil and level hilltops of
injustice. We are a proud people. We are a
black people
who have injected new meaning and dignity into
the veins of this great civilization.
We are a people determined to let no man pull
us so low as to make us hate him. But the
question at hand is who are we? Who are we? We
are a people who have felt the stinging
darts of segregation. We are a people who have
seen our mothers and fathers lynched
at will, and our brothers and sisters drowned
at a well. But who are we? Who are we? We
are a people who, in spite of the injustices
leveled against us by America, we still stand
tall and sing. My country, Tis of thee, sweet
land of liberty, of thee I sing. But exactly
who are we? Who are we? We are a people who are
symbolized by the Commodores on the musical
front, by Sugar Ray Leonard and the boxing
ring, and by Andrew Young in the political
arena. Who are we? We are a people who have
been emancipated, liberated, integrated,
separated, and rejuvenated. And still, America
has difficulties in deciding exactly where
we fit in the complex structure of our
long-term plans. Who are we? We are a people
who are tired, tired of being segregated from
the economic treasures America has to offer,
tired of being kicked about by the brutal foot
of oppression, and tired of tolerating
intolerable living conditions, and so very
tired of waiting, watching, wanting, and wishing
for a better day. But who are we? Who are we?
We are a people who have given up on being
somebody, for they can't get by the fact of
this is big. And our community feels held
fast to the throne under sugar tie, insisting
that education was the key to achieving our
ultimate destiny. But we didn't stop there. And
in the 1980s, when we realized that America
had given us a big chance, she wanted to check
guaranteeing us equal rights under the law.
She wanted to check guaranteeing us an
opportunity for economic prosperity, and our
great America
will grow up a check guaranteeing us freedom,
justice, and equality. But when we went to
the bank to cash the check, and stake our claim
on our fair share of the American dream,
the check was returned and stamped
insufficiently. You know, we knocked at the
doors of justice,
and they would not open up to us. And we
crawled on the halls of freedom and danger, and
are now here to our plea. And it is from our
American leaders all the time that it will
get first over across this nation, which offers
the right end budget for the law-making bodies
of this country. But we didn't stop there. But
you see, before the pilgrims landed at
Independence, we were here. Before the pen of
Thomas Jefferson etched across the pages
of the stories of the majestic words of the
Declaration of Independence, we were here.
For more than 2 centuries, our forefathers,
they were in this country. They made cotton
king, and they built the homes for their slave
masters. They made all sorts of ins and outs
of steel they were working in. Now, if the
inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not
stop us, then sure enough, we can overcome the
oppressions that we face at the hands
of the current administration. But we didn't
stop there. But you see, we have carved a
tunnel of hope through the dark mountains of
disappointment. But we face those disappointments
because we realize that our destiny as a people
is tied up with the destiny of America.
So we've built up the black community for our
communities. And in some far too distant
tomorrow, each man will be killed not by the
color of his skin, but by the content of his
character. And that ray of the star will be
love and brotherhood will shine all across
that great nation in all of its majestic beauty.
And perhaps, my friends, just for your
knowledge, just for your practice, pray out to
me, stop.
Lord, this day is so sad. Eagle flies on Friday
and Saturday. Saturday I go out to
play. I bet the eagle flies on Friday. And
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday I go out to play.
But Sunday I go to church. And I fall down on
my knees. And I pray. And this is what I
see, y'all. Lord, have mercy on me. I said I
cry. Oh, Lord, have mercy.
I said I'm trying to find my baby. Lord, won't
somebody please send her home to me?
Oh, Lord, have mercy on me. Oh,
Lord, have mercy on me. Oh, Lord,
have mercy on me. I said I cry. Oh, Lord, have
mercy. Lord, have mercy on me. I said
I'm trying to find my baby. Oh, Lord, won't
somebody please send her home to me? Oh, Lord.
Thank you . very much. We, okay, we tried one
more. Yeah.
Some more blues. Lots of time people have a
tendency to say, I don't like the blues.
It starts raining. And I'm as lonesome as a man
can be. I don't
want to lose my woman. Cause every time it
starts raining, baby, I realize what you mean
to me. If you read my letter, baby, you sure
must have read my mind. If you read my letter,
baby, you sure must have read my mind. Oh, you
wouldn't have left me, baby, sitting here
all alone crying. I like this part. Jelly,
jelly, jelly. Jelly stays on my mind. Jelly,
jelly, jelly. Jelly stays on my mind. Jelly
roll, kill my papi. Lord, won't somebody
please send her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't
somebody please send her home to me? Oh,
Lord, won't somebody please send her home to me?
Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send
her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody please
send her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't
somebody please send her home to me? Oh, Lord,
won't somebody please send her home to me?
Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send her home
to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send
her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody please
send her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't
somebody please send her home to me? Oh, Lord,
won't somebody please send her home to me?
Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send her home
to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody please
send her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody
please send her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't
somebody please send her home to me? Oh, Lord,
won't somebody please send her home to me?
Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send her home
to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send
her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody please
send her home to me? Oh, Lord, won't
somebody please send her home to me? Oh, Lord,
won't somebody please send her home to me?
Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send her home
to me? Oh, Lord, won't somebody please send
her home to me? Okay.