 In the beginning was the deed, and the deed was death, and the honkies are getting confused. Peace, be still. So the great white prince was shot like a nigger in Texas, and our black shining prince was murdered like that thug in his cathedral, while our nigger in Memphis was shot like their prince in Dallas, and my lord, ain't we never gonna see the light? The rumblings of this peace must be still. Be still, be still. All black people, ain't we got no pride?