In Some Ways, It's My Rage That

It Feels So Good To Be Happy.

Now I Can Stand Up On The Stage Again Like I Used To After Five Years Of Sitting Down While I Sang.

When Malcolm X Was Assassinated I Was Working At The Apollo. They Brought His Body To The Unity Funeral Home, Which Was Around The Corner.

At Last My Love Has Come Along. My Lonely Days Are Over And Life Is Like A Song.

When I'm Performing For The People, I Am Me, Then. I Am That Little Girl Who, When She Was Five Years Old, Used To Sing At Church. Or I'm That 15-year-old Young Lady Who Wanted To Be Grown And Wanted To Sing And Couldn't Wait To Be Smokin' A Cigarette, You Know?