Malcolm's Theme Lyrics - The Epic - Kamasi Washington

Here in this final hour 

We come to bid farewell 

To one of our brightest hopes 

Extinguished now and gone. 

Harlem has memory of a champion 

More brave and gallant than he 

Who lies before us unconquered still 

Honor Pride and Love 

Afro-American was Malcolm 

A master of words was he 

To We we grew so long ago 

'Negro' no more it's through 

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: 

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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 had him smile at you 

Did you ever really miss him 

If so you'd know it's true 

Malcolm was our manhood 

Our living Black manhood 

For this we honor him 

And so we honor the best in ourselves 

The gift he gave us all 

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 own 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 am a Muslim. And there's nothing wrong with being a Muslim, nothing wrong with the religion of Islam. It just teaches 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 who 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 I--we call Him Allah. The Jews call him Jehovah. If you could understand Hebrew, you'd probably call him Jehovah too. If you could 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 for 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 yardstick that is used by the Muslim to measure another man is not the man's color but the man's deeds, the man's conscious behavior, the man's intentions. And when you use that as a standard of measurement or judgment, you never go wrong. 

Know more a man by the 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. 

Composed by Terence Blanchard 

Lyrics adapted from Ossie Davis's eulogy, delivered at Faith Temple Church Of God, Harlem, on 27 February 1965 

Lyrics set to music by Kamasi Washington and Patrice Quinn 

Malcolm X words from his speech "After the Bombing," delivered at Ford Auditorium, Detroit, on 14 February 1965