Hampton’s Floor Plan

When ships take on water
You'll find no rats around
Headless chickens, we scatter
Scrambling for some solid ground
And frantic fists tend to grip
To stake out their own self-serving contributions...
Always seem to find a home

They shot you in the back
Just ask who drew up the maps
But hope takes hold
With a knowing of all the things you've got in stock
And when you build it's best to build
With materials that you've got

Locked away in days that burn
In uncomfortable distance
At times it's hard to say if we offer any resistance
But each and every day
An insurrection of the heart
Can stand the point of reference
To a revolutionary start

They shot you in the back...

On the morning of the 4th
The floor plans were known by the hit squad assassins
And their handlers in Rome
They broke Fred Hampton's body
But failed to learn
That the threat will remain of the dead down below

And it's been said before
In the blood and stone of generations below:
The inevitable voice of justice strikes poetic