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 want 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, nowadays, 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 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, and I—, we call him Allah, Jews call him Jehovah

If you can understand Hebrew, you'd probably call him Jehovah too

If you can understand Arabic, you'd 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 friend's 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 as, uh, 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