Lyrics Malcolm’s Theme - Kamasi Washington

Malcolm’s Theme

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