I Have A Radar Built Inside Me

I Came Back To Louisville After The Olympics With My Shiny Gold Medal. Went Into A Luncheonette Where Black Folks Couldn't Eat. Thought I'd Put Them On The Spot. I Sat Down And Asked For A Meal. The Olympic Champion Wearing His Gold Medal. They Said, "we Don't Serve Niggers Here." I Said, "that's Okay, I Don't Eat 'em." But They Put Me Out In The Street. So I Went Down To The River, The Ohio River, And Threw My Gold Medal In It.

You Know I Hate Fighting. If I Knew How To Make A Living Some Other Way, I Would.

What Counts In The Ring Is What You Can Do After You're Exhausted. The Same Is True Of Life.

A Long Time Ago, I Took A Walk Down A Street In Harlem In New York City. I Came Upon A Man Who Asked Me For A Dollar. He Had Asked A Few Other People Before Me, But They Only Passed Him By Without Glancing His Way. I Stopped And Handed The Man Some Money. As I Began To Turn Away, He Reached Out And Shook My Hand. He Looked Me In The Eyes And Said, "i Will Bless You." Now, I'm Not Saying That Was God Himself. But How Do We Know That It Wasn't Someone Working For Him, Walking Around In Disguise, Just To See What We Would Do?

Get Up And Say Elijah Muhammad Is Wrong When He Says White Are The Devil? They Have To Prove They Are Not The Devil.