With The People, For The People, By

I Got Pictures Of Us And They Would Draw Big Red Rings Around Us And Tell What They Thought Of Us. I Got A Letter Said, "i Have Been Shot Three Times Throught The Heart. I Hope I See Your Second Act." But This White Man Who Wants To Stay White, And To Think For The Negro, He Is Not Only Destroying The Negro, He Is Destroying Himself, Because A House Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand And That Same Thing Applies To America.

When I Got On That Plane, It Was Loaded With White People Going To Africa For The Peace Corps. I Got There And Met A Lot Of Them, And Actually They Had More Peace There In Guinea Than I Have Here. I Talked To Some Of Them. I Told Them Before They Would Be Able To Clean Up Somebody Else's House You Would Have To Clean Up Yours; Before They Can Tell Somebody Else How To Run Their Country, Why Don't They Do Something Here.

It's Time For America To Get Right.

My Mother Got Down Sick In 53 And She Lived With Me, An Invalid, Until She Passed Away In 1961. And During The Time She Was Staying With Me Sometime I Would Be Worked So Hard I Couldn't Sleep At Night.

When I Liberate Myself, I Liberate Others. If You Don't Speak Out Ain't Nobody Going To Speak Out For You.