When You Can Whip Any Man In

Every Time I Look In The Mirror, I See That Kid From Louisville, Kentucky, Staring Back At Me. His Name Was Cassius Clay.

What You're Thinking Is What You're Becoming.

So I Didn't Pass. It Was The Army's Decision That They Didn't Want Me To Go Into The Service. They're The Boss. I Don't Want To Say No Whole Lot About It.

I Live. I Travel. I Eat. I Pray. These Are The Things I Do. I'd Rather Be In My Condition Than Be A Man With Four Children In A Four-bedroom House, Working Hard Every Day To Pay For His House, Taking His Children To School.

Why Should They Ask Me To Put On A Uniform And Go Ten Thousand Miles From Home And Drop Bombs And Bullets On Brown People In Vietnam While So-called Negro People In Louisville Are Treated Like Dogs And Denied Simple Human Rights?