You don't have to be old to be wise I grow sick and tired of the same old lies Might look a little young So what's wrong I've had enough of being programmed And told what I ought to do Let's get one thing straight I'll choose my fate And it's got nothing

I just got one question that you might not be ready for But I really gotta know Does it feel, feel like you never gon' find nothing better? Soon as you hang up the phone Does it feel (does it feel, does it feel, does it feel) feel like you never gon'

Minister Malcolm The thing that I thought might be good for Starting it off is to, talk about one of the most pervasive beliefs In the general society about the Nation of Islam Talkin' to you like talkin' to myself 'Cause it ain't no gettin' through to

They lost their faith And now they had to learn There was no place to return Nowhere they could turn. They lived in peace, not long ago A mighty Indian tribe But the winds of change, Made them realize, that the promises were lies. The white man's greed,

Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might be I feel like the greatest joker to honkies sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, but what? I'm the greatest Best

Roll me over next to the wall You and I in the bed might lie And you and I in a bed might lie A noblemen's fair daughter Came down a narrow lane. And met with Captain Wedderburn, The keeper of the game Now my pretty fair miss If it wasn't for the law,

With that ole devil called love Build me up, tear me down Till I'd be so bewildered I wouldn't know what to do Might as well give up the fight again I know darn well he'll convince me That he's right again When he sings that siren song I just gotta tag

Now you're just losin' your mind Woke up early this morning As I looked around my world be crumblin' down What I saw, I couldn't believe, Who are you? What might I be? Oh, the things you do Stare at the sun, one means three At the helm insanity, if you'd

A Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie The Django and Jimmie Has Mississippi A young singing brakeman A jazz playing gypsy Might not have been I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play ?, when they ask

She's coming around the bend She's holding lightning in both hands She's like rain when she rolls in But that sunshine in her thunder Makes the loneliest heart wonder If the ride is worth the pain Might not be stone clouds inside Oh but don't you worry