Ain’t That bad?
Ain’t that bad ?
Dancin the funky chicken
Eatin’ ribs and tips
Diggin’ all the latest sounds
And drinkin’ gin in sips
Puttin’ down that do-rag
Tighten’ up my ‘fro
Wrappin’ up in Blackness
Don’t I shine and glow?
Hearin’ Stevie Wonder
Cookin’ beans and rice
Goin’ to the opera
Checkin’ out Leontype Price
Get down Jessie Jackson
Dance on, Alvin Ailey
Talk, Miss Barbara Jordan
Groove, Miss Pearle Bailey
Now ain’t they bad?
An ain’t they Black?
An’ ain’t they Black?
An’ ain’t they Bad?
An’ ain’t they Bad?
An’ ain’t they Black?
An’ ani’t they fine?
Black like the hour of night
When your love turns and wriggles close to your side
Black as the earth which has given birth
To nations, and when all else is gone will abide.
Bad as the storm that leaps raging from the heavens
Bringing the welcome rain
Bad as the sun burning orange hot at midday
Lifting the waters again.
Arthur ashe on the tennis court
Mohammmed Ali in the ring
Andre Watts and Andrew Young
Black men doing their thing.
Dressing in purples and pinks and greens
Exotic as rum and cokes
Living our lifes with flash and style
Ain’t we colorful folks?
Now ain’t we bad?
An ain’t we Black?
An ain’t we black?
An ain’t we bad?
An ain’t we bad?
An ain’t we Black?
An ain’t we Fine?
Written By Maya Angelou.

Ain’t That bad?

Ain’t that bad ?


Dancin the funky chicken

Eatin’ ribs and tips

Diggin’ all the latest sounds

And drinkin’ gin in sips


Puttin’ down that do-rag

Tighten’ up my ‘fro

Wrappin’ up in Blackness

Don’t I shine and glow?


Hearin’ Stevie Wonder

Cookin’ beans and rice

Goin’ to the opera

Checkin’ out Leontype Price


Get down Jessie Jackson

Dance on, Alvin Ailey

Talk, Miss Barbara Jordan

Groove, Miss Pearle Bailey


Now ain’t they bad?

An ain’t they Black?

An’ ain’t they Black?

An’ ain’t they Bad?

An’ ain’t they Bad?

An’ ain’t they Black?

An’ ani’t they fine?


Black like the hour of night

When your love turns and wriggles close to your side

Black as the earth which has given birth

To nations, and when all else is gone will abide.


Bad as the storm that leaps raging from the heavens

Bringing the welcome rain

Bad as the sun burning orange hot at midday

Lifting the waters again.


Arthur ashe on the tennis court

Mohammmed Ali in the ring

Andre Watts and Andrew Young

Black men doing their thing.


Dressing in purples and pinks and greens

Exotic as rum and cokes

Living our lifes with flash and style

Ain’t we colorful folks?


Now ain’t we bad?

An ain’t we Black?

An ain’t we black?

An ain’t we bad?

An ain’t we bad?

An ain’t we Black?

An ain’t we Fine?


Written By Maya Angelou.