(Malcolm X speech--"You Don't Get Freedom Peacefully")

[There] ain't enough room on a slave ship for negus like me
Wild and untamed, violent
No chain can silence my brain
Pain is no object
I know I need struggle to progress
I know I'm the one that God blessed, so no man curse me
Enemies obsess, they need [the] controversy
I strike with furious anger, no mercy
I'm gon' eat all their food...till I'm thirsty
Purging the clergy like Friday the 13th
The church got too many devils hard working
I see white Jesus...and I'm uncertain
Go back to Egypt and you might see serpents
Go back further and you won't see dirt
Civilizations...full of dark faces
It's the basis, the foundation
We gotta get back to basics
The whole world stole my hieroglyphs and they traced it
Chopped my nose off, and colored my face in
Used my wisdom for standing ovations
And then after that they asked for donations!
How do you tell a Black Man be patient
After hundreds of years of colonization?

(Malcolm X interview--"My Father's Name")

We got soldiers that are afraid of their own strength
School of hard knocks made them rocks with no sense
No street codes, just roads with no fence
License to kill, bloody hands on the wheel
CHILL...in the air, cold stare in the mirror
Ski mask covers the frozen tears
Scared of the life we ain't prepared for
Therefore, we got to take yours
The laws that's meant for us? They ain't protecting us
They just arresting us
Like we look best in cuffs
We never broke the slave shackles they left to rust
Niggas is happy they can catch the bus?
Scream from a mountain, "we can drink from a fountain!"
And wash down all them neck bones and pig snout
Get gout, pray to god, now you start to get doubt
Maybe there's some things She left for you to figure out
You ain't listen, you just heard the bigger mouth
The stones that glisten on your neck? You're bout to piss 'em out
The God's on a mission, you just missing out
We in the kitchen, you just shiftless on the couch
It ain't different from conditions in the South...in the 1860's
They still whistle Dixie
We still eat pig's feet...

(John Henrik Clarke speech-- "Do Something for Yourself")