Langston Hughes - Visitors to the Black Belt lyrics

You can talk about Across the railroad tracks-- To me it's here On this side of the tracks. You can talk about Up in Harlem-- To me it's here In Harlem. You can say Jazz on the South Side-- To me it's hell On the South Side: Kitchenettes With no heat And garbage In the halls. Who're you, outsider? Ask me who am I.