We Are A Loathsome Breed You became ashamed of your skin I loved you even after the cornrows and I loved you even after you hit me Your rib-bones sharpened the shank of your sorrows I hope the ghost of Fred Hampton smiles on you as you sleep I know you weren't born in Chicago and I recall you sang of your troubles and I won't forget how beautiful you used to be I won't call but I'll watch the footage I hope the ghost of Fred Hampton smiles on you as you sleep