The day the bullets rung

The day the heads hung

Was the day he’d live forever

The day they silenced the voice of the Negro

Was the day they made him a hero

Was the day he’d live forever 

The day we heard the cries,

Of his young daughters and wife

Was the day they gave him eternal life

That tragic day in February

Will always be in our memory

As the day he’d live forever

Born the son of a Garveyite

He knew he’d have to fight

His father was pro-black

His mother was part-white

He was what we were afraid to be

He saw what we were too blind to see

His philosophy cost his life,

But his spirit was free

There is a part of him in a few of us

I know there is a part in me

They called him a Hater, a Warmonger and a Traitor

I call him the Truth, the true Black Inspirator.