Sulvor [he/him, undecided]@hexbear.netM to chat@hexbear.netEnglish · 4 months agoFred Hampton would be younger than both Biden and Trump todaymessage-squaremessage-square12fedilinkarrow-up1120arrow-down10
arrow-up1120arrow-down1message-squareFred Hampton would be younger than both Biden and Trump todaySulvor [he/him, undecided]@hexbear.netM to chat@hexbear.netEnglish · 4 months agomessage-square12fedilink
minus-squareBelieveRevolt [he/him]@hexbear.netlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up26·4 months agoRest in power I learned about him from a RATM song, like many here probably did.
minus-squareAcidSmiley [she/her]@hexbear.netlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up20·edit-24 months agoBear witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic They ain’t gonna send us campin’ like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin’ still clockin’ dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so a bullet’s what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin’ 'em Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin’ em Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
minus-squareGenderIsOpSec [she/her]@hexbear.netlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up14·4 months agoyeah i read theory Although ya try to discredit, ya still never read it The needle, I’ll thread it, radically poetic Standin’ with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double “I’m Mad”, still knee deep in the system’s shit Hoover, he was a body remover I’ll give you a dose but it can never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease when their heads are flown 'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads Departments of police, (What!) the judges (What!), the feds Networks at work, keeping people calm You know they went after King when he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot
Rest in power
I learned about him from a RATM song, like many here probably did.
Bear witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They ain’t gonna send us campin’ like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin’ still clockin’ dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so a bullet’s what I get
A thousand years they had tha tools
We should be takin’ 'em
Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin’ em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to
Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
yeah i read theory
Although ya try to discredit, ya still never read it
The needle, I’ll thread it, radically poetic
Standin’ with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double “I’m Mad”, still knee deep in the system’s shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I’ll give you a dose but it can never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease when their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, (What!) the judges (What!), the feds
Networks at work, keeping people calm
You know they went after King when he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot