One of my brothers read a lot. His head was forever in some book.
So early in my life, I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise.
Right now, in every big city ghetto, tens of thousands of yesterday's and today's school dropouts are keeping body and soul together by some form of hustling in the same way I did.
Who taught you to hate yourself?
How can you thank a man for giving you what's already yours?
It's hard for anyone intelligent to be nonviolent. Everything in the universe does something when you start playing with his life, except the American Negro. He lays down and says, 'Beat me, daddy.'