I wish I would have met you,
Mohammed Ali,
Before a half-white man
bombed Tripoli.
You are dancing like a butterfly,
but he stings like a bee;
half black man wants to say
it’s for a good cause…
But you can’t save Humanity
after you killed your own,
you see?
I wish I would’ve met you,
Mohammed Ali,
before you started shaken’
so violently.
Some say it came from fighting’
others say it’s a disease –
I think it comes from
a case of Dual Reality.
See, back in ’68,
you took a stand –
said it wasn’t right,
negro killin slopes
for a rich white man,
But every fight you won,
the niggers did lose
cause a Rich White Man made money,
even when they bet on you.