Whoever Listens To Slander Is Himself A

Sometimes I Feel A Lot Of Things But I Keep It In. I'm Sure We All Have This Built-in Radar Of What We Predict And When It Happens, We Feel 'i Knew It'.

When You're Right, Nobody Remembers. When You're Wrong, Nobody Forgets.

On My Twelfth Birthday, I Got A New Bicycle As A Present From My Folks, And I Rode It To A Fair That Was Being Held At The Columbia Gymnasium, And When I Come Out, My Bike Was Gone. I Was So Mad I Was Crying, And A Policeman, Joe Martin, Come Up And I Told Him I Was Going To Whip Whoever Took My Bike. He Said I Ought To Take Some Boxing Lessons To Learn How To Whip The Thief Better, And I Did. That's When I Started Fighting.

I'll Tell You How I'd Like To Be Remembered: As A Black Man Who Won The Heavyweight Title - Who Has Humorous And Who Never Looked Down On Those Who Looked Up To Him - A Man Who Stood For Freedom, Justice And Equality - And I Wouldn't Even Mind If Folks Forgot How Pretty I Was.

I'm Sure No Intelligent White Person, In His Or Her Right White Mind, Want Black Men And Women Marrying Their White Sons And Daughters And In Return Introducing Their Grandchildren To Half Brown, Kinky Haired Black People.