(STAR SCREAM)
THE MUSIC FOR DIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8UlW8B2m8M&feature=youtube_gdata_player
We birthed of the union of a star and a planet as one ejaculated its spent ruins into space and the other hurtled through its vastness in a preordained pattern.
We rising as homo sapiens from the dust and taking our first steps…
Locked and rooted to the trees that towered above our infantile heads.
Spirals nappy attesting to our celestial origins
We inhaling of the sweet air as beasts primordial grazed and hunted on the plains below.
The originator walked with us then when we spiritual and free connected interdemensional to angels and demons.
When we locked and rooted as man and woman knew our union was the only means to our survival.
When we knew our places.
Flip side here at the end of our journey where we have lost touch.
With self, with our brother and sister, with Allah.
Locks and roots with no foundation grown on hollow heads and bouncing to a Drake beat
Bearing the weight of 2 Chains and a Lil man named Wayne as the army once strong has turned on itself and dies a genocidal, homicidal suicidal death.
Red flags, blue flags and demons allegiances as they die random in driveby's committed in broad daylight.
You woman in the arms of woman as he man plays the role of undercover brother and spreads the vilest of diseases.
Finds his solace in a man's bed.
Weakens the seed as it prances in low hanging skinny pants.
Learns not the ways of man.
Allah silent watches the proceeding as men spread this mental rot.
Sells his words distorted, twisted and perverted.
Run great churches as the masses sway in upheaval being no longer rooted or locked...
They untethered and drinking the illusion which is administered as grape juice which might as well contain cyanide, some of that Jim Jones Guyana tragedy religiosity.
Somebody got to get a notty heart, somebody got to get rooted and locked.
Somebody?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
