Ryan Porter - Malcolm's Theme lyrics

Here in this final hour We come to bid farewell To one of our brightest hopes Extinguished long ago A man has memory of a champion What brave and gallant and he Who lies before us Unconquered still Honor, pride, and love Afro-American, was Malcolm A master of words was he To weave me through so long ago He wrote no more, it's true I say, again, Afro-American As he would want me to To those who tell us To free his memory We smile and say to you I say, again, Afro-American As he would walk me to To those who tell us To flee his memory We smile and say to you Have you ever talked to Brother Malcolm? Or have him smile at you? Do you ever really listen? If so, you know this too Malcolm, was a man too A living black man too For this we honor him And so we honor, the best in ourselves The gift he gave us all Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah now brother You loved me so We leave you now with words from el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz Before I get involved in anything I have to straighten out my position. And... which is clear, I am not a racist, in any form whatsoever. I don't believe in any form of racism, I don't believe in any form of discrimination or segregation. I believe in Islam, I'm a m**m. And there's nothing wrong with being a, being a m**m. Nothing wrong with the religion of Islam. It just teaches us to believe in Allah, as the God. And those of you who are Christians, probably believe in the same God. Because I think you believe in the God that created the universe, and that's the one we believe in; the one who created the universe. The only difference being, you call him God, and I - we call him Allah, Jews call him Jehovah. If you can - If you understand Hebrew, you probably call him Jehovah too. If you can understand Arabic, you probably call him Allah. But since the white man, your friend, took your language away from you, during slavery, the only language you know is his language, you know, your friends language. So you call him - you call upon the same God he calls for. When he's putting a rope around your neck you call for God and he calls for God. But the real religion of Islam doesn't teach anyone to judge another human being by the color of his skin. The odd statement is used by the m**m, to - uh, measure another man, is not the man's color, but the man's deeds. The man's conscience behavior, the man's intention. And when you use that measure - standard of measurement, or judgement, you never go wrong. No more a man, but a seed Which will come forth again We'll know him as a prince Our own black shining prince who died Because He loved us so