From A Hand Written Note...long time ago. Still Relevant.

Man, I've been broke (financially speaking that is) so long. That I can't even tell no more who I owe from who I simply know.
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"All this system done already did. And mothafuckahs still cant believe that in one form or another. They plotting on putting all of us in a plot ?!"-Chairman Fred Hampton Jr.

Yes feeding alligators BLACK BABIES was the greatest show on earth for a crackkka it was entertainment for them to watch a innocent baby probably unaware of the danger being ripped apart by a hungry gator and they would make the mother watch sometimes even more entertainment it was all fun and games recreational and apparently it was funny .......

Under Uncontested Conditions

"Under uncontested conditions. Many state made 'Gangster' rappers and 'Conscious' cats alike begin to believe their own hype. Similar to that of a shadow boxer whom never actually swings in the ring. 'Gangster rappers' whom are not really connected to the streets, but are more than willing to exploit that of those whom reality is the streets. In their mind, in their time may be straight up G's. As well as that of 'conscious cats' whose history of hearing of any body being under attack. Has come through safe subjects and abstract facts. In which they dare not connect to, nor support anything remotely connected to blacks." -Chairman Fred Jr..

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Happy Father's Day

 Dear Daddy: 

 This one's for you Man. Let the record reflect.

 From your Son with nothing but love & revolutionary respects.

 With you, no commercials for Gatorade juice, no Armani suits, nor nothing of the likes.

 For I sung the song to be Freedom Fighter like Fred, as opposed to wanting to be like Mike. 

 Although you weren't here, you were always there for me. I learned lessons from your legend on what a Man was supposed to be. 

When they played with my mail & I couldn't get to no phone,
During those hunger strikes & cold nights, I was never alone.
Like you, they say when I talk that I talk real fast & that I move my hands. 

We love the people, Oh! But will get up with that ass.
On the streets I always lent a ear when they spoke on Big Fred. 

And in prison I paid attention to what the old timers said. When they spoke on you, I seen that gleam in their eye. With just the mention of your name, I seen the demoralized get high!
No narcotics needed, in fact high off the people, as you always said. 

As a kid I came up looking forward to sideburns, fur hats & a nappy head.
From the colleges to the communities, from the parlors to the poolrooms. 

From the REAL Rainbow coalition to a Principled! Gang truce. 
In this struggle, you said you would pay the ultimate price. Anticipated prison & dedicated your life. 

Whenever the state slandered your name, Mama told me the truth. 
I know I pissed off plenty teachers when I wrote about you.

And that young Lady, your Grand baby, she sends you her love. 
She's a descendant of a Die hard & a blessing from above.

 Inquiring minds want to know; how does it feel to be sired by you?
 Being loved by the people & sweated by the you know WHO. 
 And if I could do it all over again, I would choose to be your son 
And by the way, that Lady you chose; Now Daddy that was the one. 

Copyright: Fred Hampton Jr.

Long Live Fannie Lou Hamer!

On June 9, 1963 Fannie Lou Hamer and several other activists stopped in Winona, MS on their way back from a voter registration workshop. They were arrested for sitting at a whites-only lunch counter and sent to jail where they were beaten. The damage done to Hamer’s eyes, legs, and kidneys would affect her for the rest of her life. Fannie Lou Hamer spoke of this incident, and others, in her testimony before the Credentials Committee at the 1964 Democratic National Convention. Read more: Click Here

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The Mother Ode'

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.