The sun’ll come out Nothing good ever comes easy I know times are rough But winners don’t quit So don’t you give up The sun’ll come out But we’ve been struggling endless days Someday we’ll find the love ‘Cause after the storm’s When the flowers bloom
“Somebody told a lie one day. They couched it in language. They made everything Black ugly and evil. Look in your dictionaries and see the synonyms of the word Black. It’s always something degrading and low and sinister. Look at the word White, it’s always something pure, high and clean. Well, I want to get the language right tonight.
I want to get the language so right that everyone here will cry out: ‘Yes, I’m Black, I’m proud of it. I’m Black and I’m beautiful!’”