This story is the truth and it comes to light here Many have forgotten it, but I haven't Malcolm X I want to remind you of our ancestors So cruelly treated, a plan A plan for people like you and me Families tortured, oppressed and taken away in their pride Without every right to be a human being, Africans sacrifice slavery In the way of thought their souls often return home to the promised land To fly in peace, where the sun shines There are thoughts that torture us, often return home to the promised land To fly in peace, forever Grumble the jungle, Mohammed Ali Slavery, continent of the sun and you ask how They forced people with pure violence, went to death For them there was no stop, they took our families Brother, sister with the ship to Brazil Or Amiland, Salam Aleikum black brother, you are not an Ami man In the way of thought their souls often return home to the promised land To fly in peace, where the sun shines There are thoughts that torture us, often return home to the promised land To fly in peace, forever This story is wide and comes to light here Many have forgotten it, but I do not Macron X In the way of thought their souls often return home to the promised land To fly in peace, where the sun shines There are thoughts that torture us, often return home to the promised land To fly in peace, forever This story is wide and comes to light here Many have forgotten it, but I do not Macron X African African