[PASSED ON]

[PASSED ON]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/9hrVk_9gdU8

So much pressure as it all beats down... These eviscerating lyrics dropped in the name of our people... We unequaled.
Once in Africa a man looked at the sun as I do today... My ancestor.
His blood still flows in my veins as he has become a part of the dust that rises when I walk.
Once a mother nursed a baby in the middle of an African village as children ran about... Grandmother to so many future generations.
Her d.n.a. carries in me and my bretheren my sistren and in our fruit and seed mixed in the fallopian tree.
Once in the south a slave looked to the stars and wished he could run away... Just be anywhere else but here... Born a slave... Dead a slave.
My people...
When a man forgets his past he is doomed in all his futures all his possibilities.
He lives in the illusion of being free when he is nothing but another mans bitch.
Might as well bend the fuck over and touch the floor... Assume the motherfucking position!
Be the slutted out victim.
Once we knew these things and passed them on in the dark of night... Told them to the children as the moon made its transition across darkened skies.
Eyes open wide in wonder at our glorious tale... how we have survived in the fires of hell.
The future should know the past.
So much pressure as it all beats down.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY