You Know I Hate Fighting.

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 Had It In My Heart. I Believed In Myself, And I Had Confidence. I Knew How To Do It, Had Natural Talent And I Pursued It.

What Keeps Me Going Is Goals.

Nobody Has To Tell Me That This Is A Serious Business. I'm Not Fighting One Man. I'm Fighting A Lot Of Men, Showing A Lot Of 'em, Here Is One Man They Couldn't Defeat, Couldn't Conquer. My Mission Is To Bring Freedom To 30m Black People

Lakes, Rivers, Streams...all Are Water And All Travel To The Same Destination. So It Is With Religion.