Yo, lil Kadeija pops his locks, he wanna pop the lock But prison aint nuttin but a private stock And she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the police But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her Her fathers a political prisoner, Free Fred Son of a Panther that the government shot dead Back in 12/4, 1969 Four oclock in the mornin, its terrible but its fine, cause Fred Hampton Jr. looks just like him Walks just like him, talks just like him And it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitches To see him organize the gang brothers and sisters So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go Eighteen years, because the five-oh said so They said he set a fire to a a-rab store But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 15:59:03 +0000