"Malcolm's Theme" lyrics - KAMASI WASHINGTON

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 muslim. And there's nothing wrong with being a, being a Muslim.
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 Muslim, 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