[OH AFRICA IN AMERIKKKAN QUEENS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/oVUxYxOag7U
No matter where these roads may take me you still reign as the most beautiful of the feminine... In the blackest shades of your melanic skin to the smoothest of brown.
The light and the dark... The beat of your heart is the drum of procession for this regression...
In fragmented dreams and jail cells where I may find myself lingering on this winding stroll.
Trying to leave a little of me spread out... Hoping somebody remembers and passes it on... You all in my skies.
Sexual digressions and introspectives into your collective soul where blackness is the basis of creation... Reborn time and time again.
From the brown of your eyes to the blackness of the naps that remain twisted in your kitchen where even the relaxer fails to erase patterns of humanities birth.
As a man travels these highways a runaway slave yours is the visage that wakes him from the slumber of sleep and activates his mentality.
Gives him reason to be concerned and motivates... You looming in the horizon... City of mans salvation if only he overstood.
In your walls are the makings of freedom from oppression and resistance.
If only a man were to look.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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