(STANDING ON A SONS RAY)
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/tS1GgG_Oing
I who was born on this planet the son of an earth and a sun, the end result of freedom stolen and never released from the hold of the beast.
I who they preached white Jesus to from a blasphemous pew while simmering pigfoot stew.
A most toxic brew that has rotted more minds than opium, cocaine, heroin and crystal meth combined...
I whom they tried to convince that I was a smiling coon eating watermelon to the rind as they divided, conquered and stagnated the collective black mind.
Put the men in dresses and women's clothes and made the women bitches and hoes as they closed even more does and the niggas twerked all the way to the motherfucking floe... Dropped it low.
My neck, my back, some gold teeth and a pearl painted Cadillac sitting on 34s.
I who they tried to sell Nikki Menage's ass as it grew and grew and grew.
Might as well put wings on it and let it fly off into the blue, let it drop booty dew on the confused.
They standing around with mouths open trying to catch the shit on their extended tongues.
Clouds raining Molly and pharmaceuticals.
I who see the futility of all these things.
I who would start a revolution if only I could get enough Jordan's, some gold, some diamonds that I would give away as pay to some of these deaf dumb docile sheep as they fall to their knees and sway and pray to a book born of the suns rays.
I who standing in the wind finds his words carried away.
I born on the third rock of one of the thousands of suns in the milky way.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
