[FLIPPING AND DRIPPING]

[FLIPPING AND DRIPPING]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS TOTALLY WRITTEN TO THIS...
http://youtu.be/vJEJaBNd0dg

Here I be again residing in the galaxy flipped out lyricality where words seem to take on new meaning... have no meaning at all... echoing into the mirror of time.
Repeated over and over again.
I see me standing behind me, standing behind me, ad infinitum.
The purpose so clear yet so far away... at the tip of my fingers... the tip of my mind.
Standing behind a gossamer curtain... Puffed out on a breeze.
No beginning and no end in a purely metaphysical sense as society is reinvented time and time again...
Transitions from boys to men, and girls to women as our lives entwine and take on new meanings...
Twine.
Here I be waxing philosophical on a Tuesday in a sunday school Babylon where words hold the power of keeping some down while holding others up... Prisoners of preconceived notions while revolving around the sun... 
The son?
Evolution of revolutions as time spins away like some old vinyl... The song comes to a dwindling conclusion... 
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Out in this galaxy whimsically...
Reflecting in reflection.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY