Oh, when I was, I was, oh, if you was, like–
Gimme just a, a second
Gil Scott-Heron
A Very Precious Time Lyrics – Gil Scott-Heron
Was there a touch of spring?
Did she have a pink dress on?
Third World Revolution Lyrics – Gil Scott-Heron
Ain’t gon’ say it will be morning
Ain’t gon’ pick no time of day
Black History / The World Lyrics – Gil Scott-Heron
I was wondering about our yesterdays
And starting digging through the rubble
On Blues and Poetry Lyrics – Gil Scott-Heron
So, i wanted to contribute myself. i was writing down and putting all the categories together: ‘i-ain’t-got-me-no-money,’ ‘i-ain’t-got-me-no-job’ blues, ‘i-ain’t-got-me-no-woman’ blues. and i said, “wait a minute, see, i don’t want to waste no categories, the ‘i-ain’t-got-me-no-money’ blues, ‘i-ain’t-got-me-no-job’ blues, ‘i-ain’t-got-me-no-woman’ blues, hell, them the same thing.” ’cause if i could get me a job, i could make me some money, i could call me a lady. i’d be doing a whole bunch better. so i put them all in the same category
But i wrote other pieces of blues, blues information. because what had happened was that i had found out that, later on, unfortunately, in my education, about people like langston hughes, about people like sterling brown, about people like countee cullen, and jean toomer, and claude mckay
A Sign of the Ages Lyrics – Gil Scott-Heron
It’s a sign of the ages, markings on my mind
Man at the crossroads at odds with an angry sky