When I Was Studying... There Weren't Any

I Made Wine From The Lilac Tree/put My Heart In Its Recipe/it Makes Me See What I Want To See/and Be What I Want To Be

I Applied For A Scholarship To Curtis Institute Of Music In Philadelphia. I Knew I Was Good Enough, But They Turned Me Down. And It Took Me About Six Months To Realize It Was Because I Was Black. I Never Really Got Over That Jolt Of Racism At The Time.

The Worst Thing About That Kind Of Prejudice... Is That While You Feel Hurt And Angry And All The Rest Of It, It Feeds You Self-doubt. You Start Thinking, Perhaps I Am Not Good Enough.

Birds Flying High You Know How I Feel Sun In The Sky You Know How I Feel Breeze Driftin' On By You Know How I Feel And This Old World Is A New World And A Bold World For Me And I'm Feeling Good I'm Feeling Good

I Think If I Were Over There In America, Protest Music Would Be More Important. But I'm Not Going.