Negro Laments and Hopes
The Negro is hated without a cause,
And he is not to blame.
He wipes the tear drops from his eyes,
And lives on jus' the same.
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When you come to making laws
The Negro has no voice.
Matters not how gray his head,
He's always jus' a boy.
In the field of liberal arts,
And work that's kinds rough,
The Negro works with case and slight,
He really knows his stuff.
Often his eyes is blinded with tears
His way on earth is dark.
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