(MELISCIZOID)
THE SOUND... THIS SONG I'D DEDICATED TO YOU EMPRESS...
https://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o
In you my flip is profound as I bring all my sides to bear.
Bring the manifestations of I to life on city streets where people pass by unawares that I for you would bring this shit to a grinding halt.
Tear this shit apart and rebuild it again.
Listening to the gunshots as they staccato are released... As they whine past my head.
Such a beautiful song as they richochet off brick, steel and concrete.
In war at times there is found such peace.
I unafraid for I man alive had to die to get this way.
Buried alive in an educational casket where the air was limited.
The artist drew patterns on the walls as the warrior plotted and the beast clawed to dig us out.
The lover taught us to appreciate beauty as he talked to you so ripe and firm.
The visionary he dreamed of a better world .
Sometimes he cried at the brutal reality.
So many of his people wouldn't see.
The dancer taught the warrior the steps that would save him when they came four deep, the steps that would slow time down to million frames per second where he would find the time to let the lover compose such lovely poetry, a second before time sped up and he punched a bitch in his right eye.
Kicked him in the side of the head as he found his body falling to the ground.
The scholar having tried to rationalize and having failed.
The warrior so close.
The beast even closer.
The cage so flimsy.
The bars rattling as the manipulator paced and learned legalese as spoken judge and attorney.
The imam facing the east calling the adhan in ancient Arabic.
Jihad in Babylon as the days went on out in the dunya.
The father worrying about his babies at night as a man lost his manhood three cells down.
Screaming and crying in the night.
His battyhole having become a sodomites paradise.
The lion paced and the dragon spit Fyah for you before the lonely one ever heard your voice.
Before the warrior and the lover composed scroll dedicated to the memory of we.
In you my dear my flIp is profound as all the denizens of my cities are brought to bear.
As my nation's have aligned and forged vast armies ready to wage war against those who would trod us down.
In you my dear...
In
You
My
Dear.
I wandering am found.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
