I just wanted to say a few words about him
And you all know who he is
Please, hold your applause 'til the end
We are glad
And hear you speak
We love it!
Kweli doesn't like me to talk about this but
One time we were drivin'
Through the Mississippi Delta
And there was a brotha runnin' up the side of the road
And he didn't have any, shoes on
He didn't have a, shirt on
And I started to drive right by this man
But Kweli said, "Stop the car, beause that brotha, might be in trouble"
And I stopped the car
Kweli said to the man, he said
"Brotha, are you OK? Do you need a ride somewhere?"
And the man looked at Kweli and said
"Shh, I'm escapin'"
And Kweli took him by the hand and said
"My brotha, you didn't get the memo
We have been free
For some time now"
Well, I'm windin' it up
A good friend, scholar, ghetto philosopher
Three time Nobel Peace Prize winner
First black man to pilot an air craft
The nigga that made up the Nike Swoosh
The man that made cool Aid say, "Ohh Yea"
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"Keynote Speaker" as written by Talib Greene
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