Happy Birthday Momma Akua!!

The Mother Ode’

You think I forgot?

 Well, I think not!

 From the Pyramids to the plantation,

Through the sharecropping and segregation.

 To the Ole' Earth from her seed Yes, indeed you carried me.

 In Africa I rode your back On the plantation a potato sack.

Whatever the case you held me tight.

Kept me close those winter nights. (whisper)

 Matriarchs and Mothers and Queens and Nannies.

Big Mamas and Dear Mamas, Geronimos and grannies.

 Healers of sickness who addressed the business.

Wasn’t no need for traveling, homemade healthcare!

From common colds, to frequent flus to champion of childbearin’.

Continuously connected through this cold hard system.

When my cries were denied you were the only one listening.

I didn’t play no dissin’ Mama when playing the dozens

 For it wouldn’t be no me if she wouldn’t of gave Daddy no lovin’

Through the hard times and struggles, discomforts and pains.

 The cold nights, beans and rice, mayo jars with kool-aid.

Yeah, I did my share of stupid stunts, fuck ups and cutting up in the class

You showed TOUGH LOVE and had no hang ups about tapping that ass.

And with those high times we had in my mind remains

First days of school and surprise birthdays.

They’ve been trying to divide us in hectic times throughout the history From masta’ selling me off ‘till today with Baby ‘T’.

You’ve produced pyramids, taught tribes and gave names to Nations.

You are not only my mother but the Mother of Civilization.

Those are your children in Kenya and the descendants in Dominican.

You’ve breast fed me in Botswana. And kept me clothed in Ghana.

Whenever they beat me down, you told me “Son stand up!” You said all men fall down but great Men get up.

When they came and framed me, and placed me behind these walls.

You knew the business, prison visits and collect phone calls.

From the womb to the tomb, from the belly to the grave.

Through four inch glass, prison blues and shackles and chains.

I love you dearly, miss you really.

And that ain’t never gon’ change.   
  

 ©May 14, 1998 Chairman Fred Hampton Jr.

Cubs Of Panthers

The Cubs of Panthers takes the people on an audio/visual ride. On a few brief stops through the struggles, times, travels and travails of that of the Great-Grandchildren of Garvey, the offspring of Malcolm, and the ideological Cubs of Panthers. The POCC/BPPC presents....

"A company claims to have a bullet proof suit. For those businessmen who have to deal with high risk situations. Shiiiit, if that be the case, our people need some bullet proof suits,shoes,and helmets when they walk through the gated communities in Florida.Some teflon hats and dresses for the Sisters when seeking assistance for their stopped vehicle in Dearborn, Michigan. Some protective prison garb in Stateville aka Deathville, Big Muddy River aka Big Bloody River,etc..Some shielded underwear when taken to the 17th precinct in NYC to guard against plungers being stuck up ones rectum.And some elderly lady Sunday dresses,Kathryn Johnston style. In order to wear when sitting in their home in Georgia."
                     -Chairman Fred Jr. POCC/BPPC

Suit that Stops .45 bullet?

http://freepatriot.org/2013/11/13/check-out-this-suit-that-can-stop-a-45-bullet/

The Power Of Legacies: The P.O.P.S. Movement - Interview With Chairman Fred

                             Popular Education Internet Radio with POPS Movement on BlogTalkRadio

"Who and what entities are responsible for the crime in CHIRAQ!? When reporters or even some of the stereotypical so-called stop the violence activists ask me about the crime in Chicago and I don't give the stereotypical response, ie; 'black on black violence,  gang violence, etc.' They are ready to conclude the conversation. Then I ask did you call for a question or to make a comment? I further add in the voice of Jack Nichoson in a few good Men...You can't handle the truth!"       -Chairman Fred Jr. POCC/BPPC