{THEY DONE FUCKED UP THIS BLACK HISTORY MONTH} I WEAR THE BONES

{THEY DONE FUCKED UP THIS BLACK HISTORY MONTH THING} I WEAR THE BONES
THE SOUND AS I EMERGE UNSCATHED FROM FACEBOOK PENITENTIARY...
https://youtu.be/r11SmiOuC5A

Every year during Black History Month I am blocked from Facebook.
I don't know or care if this is planned but it happens every year irregardless.
This year I timed it so that I would only get 3 days.
There is a method to even seeming madness.
See the problem is that you may not care what I say due to your conditioning or religion or whatever, that's why you rush to report me and that shit is cool too cause I know for a fact that the white man and namely the U.S. government don't want you to hear me and unknowingly you add to the insanity.
A pawn pushed out to confront a king.
That is why I tirelessly bring it to you the way I do.
Pure warrior style.
I ain't got time to be putting icing on it cause the way it is the icing been licked off anyway by the time that shit gets back to us anyway.
The politician done got his, the judge one got his, the sheriff done got his, the preacher done got his and so on ad infinitum .
I talk about how you spend your hard earned dollars with people who ain't putting it back in our neighborhoods... Shoes got to be expensive, hair got to be expensive, car got to be expensive and so on till all the niggas die, victims of a system that don't give a shit bout em either way.
Children dying cause they been trained to kill each other, cause they wear the skin of former kings and queens, cause they don't know that fact, all sold out on fairy tale white dreams.
They don't want me to talk to you of an educational system that trains you to be a slave, locked into a way of thinking that is inconducive to the flow of the universe therefore making it inconducive to the very religion that you find yourself so locked into.
Lies painted on the very walls, lies carved into an image of a white savior on a wooden cross, blaspheme and damnation endorsed, supported and pushed on the general public as truth, justice and the Amerikkkan way.
If Superman was a hero he would'a freed all blacks, that's how I see it... Glad my mom and dad wasn't on that house nigga shit.
Taught me to think for myself, investigate and make my own philosophy, that's what great thinkers do.
They are not lulled into not asking questions, into thinking that they know it all cause if I don't live but one more day I will have learned one thing new.
Always open to new theories and concepts cause at one time everyone thought Shaka was a fool.
Don't nobody fight that way, they said and then came the white man with his crosses, cannons and guns and all fell except the great Zulu Nation.
New weapons are developed every day and the strongest one is the one encased in the hue-man cranium but that might'a just went over your head, cause you got a problem with all the other stuff I said... See I ain't scared, no siree, not if I live to be a 103 in the year 2068 a.d.
Each and every day of my waking as long as I'm cognizant I'm gonna come this way cause there are youth who seek the truth... Cause there are adults that teach that ignorance... Cause some of my people walk sideways like crabs or are spineless like worms.
Cause too many of our leaders done sold out and whitewashed down.
No African pride.
Black Fucking history Month my black ass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{LOUD SEX PSYCHEDELIC}

{LOUD SEX PSYCHEDELIC}
THE SOUND OF THE BACKGROUND...
https://youtu.be/3LHgcYrrAt8


Mind funky on some of that loud and I let you play on the screen of my subconscious psyche... Black... Oh my... I feel the all of me grow hard and reach for my knee... You got me fucked up in my psychic physiology... The makings and I would impart these feeling to you through the manipulations of my fingertips... A slow massage that would ease the stress and set the tones... A trumpet in the dark playing stereo... The gentleness of a breath as it passes your ear, your nipple, rests on your clitoris... The guitars strum and a hum.
Mind on that expansion and in your curves I a wanderer would seek to be found... The base of the hairs on your head... The nappy spirals on your punani... The softness and the... Whew, the essence.
The red, the black and the green and I descending upon thee... Entering gently and becoming the driving that you feel in your belly... That penetrates to the ventricles of your pounding heart, as sweat falls from your flesh and drips onto mine.
I resplendent, you luminescent... The glow and oh... Ummmm... I just... Splatter and skeet skeet.
Dreams so spaced out that all I see is purple velvet, black light and your image standing out funky and free... A puff... A whiff... Ewww weeee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE ORB... THE IRIS... THE ITIS)

(THE ORB... THE IRIS... THE ITIS)
THE SOUND I PLAY FOR SHE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/VmqTMjceilo

Her eyes...
And I swept along see infinity... Endless possibility.
Falling away into the darkness of knowing all.
She...  And, oh my... I sigh.
Everyday and she infiltrates me... I a mass of atoms mathematically aligned... Forming around her, for in her eyes I am incubated and born again.
Seeing as if for the first time... Her nose I would kiss upon waking... Her lips would I caress so gently with mine... Savor her smile, oh my.
The day becoming ours as my strength and hers merged becomes the shine that illuminates the way.
Children of a most high Allah as formed from the clay of Africa.
Her eyes and I lean in to inhale of her femininity... Open my ears to hear that particular melody as she speaks my name.
I swept along to the edges of sanity... The edges of the cosmos where the big bang still resounds bound in a vacuum and spawning suns.
Matter and anti matter making love as galaxies young spiral along.
Her eyes looking upon a scarred warrior who having fought seeks to rest... The battle raging strong in his veins... Fire beating in his heart and pouring pon the sleeping masses.
Her hands so soft... Her tones so soothing.
I who would love her if she would only allow me.
The chronicle standing muted by her glance... Don't want to scare her away... A hummingbird hovering suspended... A beautiful doe unblinking.
Oh my... Sighhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{I KNOW WHY THE CAGED ANGEL SINGS}

{I KNOW WHY THE CAGED ANGEL SINGS}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/T9Y3YUngprQ

And here at the end of slavery blacks trying to be white... claiming Indian and running from identity.
Here at we are at the end of the good hair, pretty eye psychology... Eating pig and trying to live clean.
Black preacher spitting white religion designed to keep a man trod down... Tyler Perry... And the whole congregation standing to their feet... Awards, accolades and total adulation as perversion is pimped natural see?
Here at the end of slavery finds a man standing at the periphery looking in, his tears falling off into infinity.
The black, the black and his heart screams magnified ricochet off the walls of his desperation....
Not much longer and he turns to the masses his synapses firing staccato shots of verbalization... So many dead and their bones dance to the beat.
The percussion and the melody.
Here at the end of slavery a hungry child is sold a meal based on his level of faith, how loyal he is to an image as painted by a famous painter of another race who looking upon divinity felt the need to whitewash it.
The former children of Adam and Eve having adopted a self defeating philosophy... Teaching their children that its okay to perpetuate the heinous crime genocide... Its okay to not confront the real problem.
As long as you got his version of hair, his version of eyes, his products in your home... Fuck a black man literally... Him bending over and taking it from behind on his knees as the system dubs him thug and nigga.
As the system pays his woman to keep her independent... You don't need no man and the children suffer greatly.
Little bastards as filed in Washington Divide this motherfucker and Conquer... Peep the analogy... Your family it is suffering.
The deadbeat dad as much a victim as the child... The black woman incited urging the massa on... Lock his black ass up, make money off him sir... Send him back this way broke.
Here we are at the end of slavery thinking we are free when all we are is pawns and not kings and queens...
Claiming anything but black when that... That fact would save us... Jesus was my brother... I am the living, breathing representation of the one god...
We coulda been gods but here we are at the end of slavery standing in the state confusion where they want us.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE DEEPNESS OF THE DARKNESS} ANGELS SPIT HOT FYAH

{THE DEEPNESS OF THE DARKNESS} ANGELS SPIT HOT FYAH
THIS BEAT GOES WITH THIS PIECE... BETTA LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/QlPxLVV1bao

And here we are again suspended in a dream as the world reality rolls along.... Here we are existing in a fantasy wrapped in swaddling clothes and painted white... Fucking illusion.
Here we are out here where we don't matter a fucking bit as the vehicles speed along passing us by and looking down pon we... Fucking disease.
All because we survived a virtual genocide... Beasts of burden and shit.
Here we are avoiding Malcolm, avoiding Nat, avoiding being a real soldier while killing our own in the streets... Fucking disease.
Here we are denouncing each other, niggas ain't shit and hoes ain't either... Black bitch betta get out my face.
Black history ain't shit cause it flipped has become chopped and screwed, slowed down and auto-tuned.
Pumped as the Antidote... Molly and a Pom Pom.
Burnt tire in the middle of the Ave.
Here we are still spinning in heavy rotation in the same fucking spot... Begging to be treated as hue-man when we clearly are not... Gotta evolve... To many bending on bowed knee praying to a white god... Eyes shut tight and worshiping ghosts.
Dancing round the pulpit and speaking non existent tongues... Fucking the people up.
Here we are not tapping into the melanin in our very skin... The magic that we possess.
The power of the sun... Supermen rising from the ashes... black queens the phoenix.
Here we are still singing and marching... Shoulda followed generals instead of preachers... War and peace so intertwined.
The most savage dance ever created as the Lion and the Gazelle awake pon the plain.
One gone live, one gone die... Brutal odds but they both gotta run.
What you gone be?
Hunter or hunted?
The day begins.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{FUNK YOU} SEXUAL, SENSUAL AND JUST PLAIN NASTY

{FUNK YOU} SEXUAL, SENSUAL AND JUST PLAIN NASTY
THE SOUND OF MY PHALLUS...

https://youtu.be/MAW4c3BvnWs

Got me looking at that black skin and I wanna divulge my essence on you... Wanna drop my weight pon you.
All laid back and spread and I just wanna partake of you... Can I? And my hard would break a brick wall and I... See I wanna fuck with you.
All primal and covered in sex dew.
Yes Mmmmm....
Break you down into the very compounds that you formed in grew from... Of your primordial soup would I drink.
Warm and fluid down my throat on a cold day... Flowing through a mans veins as they thump in his engorged flesh... In you gushy and wet.
You impaled on the rigidity as it slides back and forth so succulently... So squishy and sweet.
Spank that ass cheek and watch it undulate.
Pull you back and listen to you moan.... Oh was that me?
Fuck me... Fuck me!
A bump, thump and groan in the darkness of the night... I know exactly where you are... A reach into the dark and... That thigh and I push it back... That clit and I give it a lick and ahhhh.
Those thick lips and I kiss them after tasting you, after fucking you, after we breathing hard part.
That peculiar scent filling the room... Incense so intense... Mmmmmm.
A perfect moment before we drift off to sleep...
A fantastically fevered dream.
Black woman, black women... We sexually explicit see.
We.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE RISE AND FALL OF THE SON, SUN.}

{THE RISE AND FALL OF THE SON, SUN.}
THE SOUND OF THE SUN FADING....
https://youtu.be/rKHLA16sjGM

The son stood from the earth... The earth stood from the sun... The sun... the son.
Overstanding and the son born of rejection and deceit became the sun... Illumination, and the earth rejoiced for here was her child reborn.
So much confusion and distortion... White noise playing from the speakerbox as so many drift off to sleep... Lulled into belonging to unnatural orders by the illuminatus... Wolves controlling pulpits and seats of higher government.
Squares, levels and G's... Varied phases and degrees of higher learning.
Babies raised on the titty want while receiving no nourishment need...
Son looking toward the east as he lived in the north south and west... The rising sun and it filled his vision, fed his skin.
Mentality on fleek and son popped his collar in the radiance of his reflection sun
Babies born and raised illuminated and we... We grew from seed to tree as knowledge reigned supreme spirituality.
Wordplay so brilliant that it glints so viciously swinging toward jugular seen?
Woulda been, coulda been like the rest but that wasn't meant to be.
The son standing at the pinnacle raging to the pit and he... He would be persecuted prophet as he leads the masses cross the desert see... cross the Atlantic see... Cross the ignorance see... Cross the inabilty to be African thought manifest see?
Son beat down by the police laying in a disguised warzone bleeding out see?
Killing field and he... He dies wandering in the land of his life ain't shit... Red stripes cross his back, white meat showing from the slashes, Blue bruises as the suns revolve round his head.
Democracy for everyone but the son as the day waning finds him setting in the west... Fading, fading, fading.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TUFF LOVE)

(TUFF LOVE)
THE BEAT... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/3UhRn4S1O6Y

See that's that bullshit...
You bout a mean bitch and here I am around your dirty ass again.
If I was a nasty motherfucker I would reach cross this table and slap yo punk ass.
Love, you know you a dirty waste of a nut.
Yo daddy shoulda shot yo ass out on unhallowed ground.
Sent you straight past earth and into the seventh level of the worst hell.
Love, you a punk bitch sitting there looking all innocent when you done caused so much chaos... Crimes of passion and broken hearts and minds.
Love you ain't shit and yo mama knows that, probably glad I'm having this talk with you.
Spitting this truth... This intervention to you.
We tired of yo shit Love.
I mean we care but you got to tighten yo sorry ass up.
Stop leaving us hanging.
We be depending on you and you don't be nowhere to be found.
Don't nobody care bout yo promises and them fake ass tears.
Love, if you dont take yo ass to rehab we gone have to cut you off.
You lucky this table is here cause I really wanna kick you in yo throat.
Punk motherfucker.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{WHY MARTIN LUTHER KING, WHY BLACK HISTORY MONTH, WHY YOU ARE STILL SLAVES}

{WHY MARTIN LUTHER KING, WHY BLACK HISTORY MONTH, WHY YOU ARE STILL SLAVES}

Today, yep today, we are gonna discuss Martin Luther King day and black history month and how brainwashed the black people of Amerikkka have been fooled.

Our story did not start in slavery and I hope it does not end with it but given the fact that most black people have been led to believe in Amerikkkan dream I have face the fact that it probably will.

I recently had my DNA tested and found out my roots. My true roots. 

I belong to a haplogroup that traces back to the Pharoah's of ancient Egypt and of that I am very proud.

The thing that most concerns me is that the white media decides who should be the black peoples hero's, they parade these people out every year as the Christian ideal of what we should be.

Docile, peaceful and subservient and the black "leaders" lulled into a false sense of belonging and happy to keep getting your money wholeheartedly endorse this.

Yet if we were to look at his-story we will see that only a few of the white mans hero's or any other races hero's had these quality.

Most of any peoples hero's were militants to the roughest translation of the word, most of them were warriors including the founding fathers of the U.S.KKK. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson and Patton.

The only difference between these men and Nat Turner is that the white man followed them and believed in his freedom, that they won by killing spies and snitches who threatened their cause. While Nat was betrayed by a "Good Nigga."

We are the only people on earth not willing to fight for our respect cause to say equality demeans us.

It is a misnomer designed to keep us confused.

 It means that we are less than and I ain't endorsing that in any way.

Lets take a look at the people that they don't want us to, Malcolm X for instance who after his reverting to Islam never committed an act of violence against anyone black or white yet the average Christian black minister will tell you that he was violent and that he preached violence when in fact what he preached was self preservation. 

Marcus Garvey the same thing, Huey yep. Assata Shakur, need I go on?

Yet with the endorsement of the black ministers, preachers and freemasons these people were killed and vilified. What is even more horrendous is that given the facts most of these people you call leaders would actually choose to justify what is happening to our youth by playing into the negativity about sagging pants and drugs.

Never mind the fact that the aforementioned drugs were and are being introduced into our neighborhoods by the white man and distributed wholescale across our diaspora.

Yet our focus is being distorted by shows which would make us believe we have "made it", Empire, Atlanta housewives and all the shows where a black man or white woman is the plaything of some white person or rich ghetto.

Fake hair, fake eyes and fake reality cause if you look at the numbers we are still living in poverty and slavery {the Amerikkkan penal system.}

Our children are taught to value things more than they value life and in order to get these things they are taught that they have to work for a white man to get them. That or sell drugs or ass.

Our children are taught to hate the things that make them black like nappy hair and their skin.

They are taught to aspire for the things that will make them fit into a false white ideal.

So around comes Black history Month and the media starts to guide the way we should think by playing the "I Have A Dream Speech and talking about George Washington Carver and Madam C.J. Walker who single handedly set our advancement back by about a trillion years with the thought that you too could have straight hair like your oppressors.

The schools ignore the important contributions of our ancestors like the invention of the system Pi and running water in homes. The media converts black people into white people and we as a people rush out to see white Pharoah's and White Prophets including Jesus Christ while telling you that color does not matter. If that's so why haven't the images been changed to reflect truth?

Yet we choose to ignore these things because of our fear of holy ghosts and a white god.

I know a lot of you will read this and will not comment because of those same fears including a healthy dose of you better not from the white right and your Uncle Ruckus ass minister.

You will ignore the fact that your sons and daughters are being sold a homosexual agenda which further contributes to our extinction and which is now endorsed by a church which just 20 years ago denounced it.

You will continue to not discipline your children, you will continue to let these people tell you whats best even though they are the ones who shoot our children, put the guns in their hands, put the drugs in our communities.

You will do these things because you have no idea how to change the situation and are trained to not see truth.

Jesus woulda done cleared the temple by now.

 You will ignore the facts because of one reason.

Because you are scared to leave massa's system even though its killing you.

Fear is such a powerful emotion.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

black couples erotic

{PERFECTION MANIFESTED} DEDICATED TO LINDA JONES
THE SOUND AS I DIGRESS...
https://youtu.be/WTrSUexKajY


I have no desire to change you... Such perfection thou art as dribbled from Allahs hand.
I see no reason to linger in thine past for presently thou makest I the happiest entity that dwells in this and all the other galaxies.
A look in thine eyes and I am swept across the vast panorama of time... A speck of dust, a man, a speck of dust again.
Drifting across thy skin I am the chronicle as I remember the exact placement of every mark... Lines becoming the map that would free my people.
The words parting thy lips are Oracle and I absorb them into the being I am.
To change thee would be to bring the cosmos crashing down... Retracting into an infinitisimal speck... Imploding into nothingness a moment before the big bang.
Where once we stood at the pinnacle we shall stand again... We perched on the precipice looking into the darkness formation.
Voices calling from the void proclaiming we Kings and Queens... Echoing... Echoing...Elation.
Petty notion of religiosity crushed in our very existence... In the bond we share.
I feel thee in the palpitations of mine beating heart... In the rushing blood of my veins.
I have no desire to change you.

{THE CONVERSATION} FEATURING AUTHOR
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/l3vd8DSVENY

Jerald
Talk to me of your taste... Speak it to me. Sweet words departing your juicy lips and falling pon my parched ears. Talk to me of the things you would like to do... The things you would like done. Place my hand in your secret places. Let me touch... Oh my! Such thickness in the palm of my hand... Breath sucked cross my teeth. Teach me so that I may please you. Talk to me baby... Talk to me.

 Author
 Are you worthy of the words that you are about to hear 
 Promise to caress your eardrums with honey like proses
 Buzzing deeply into your ears 
Are you willing to please me with all of you 
 Putting your hands in places that would make a brute smile
 Taking my time to whisper to your subconscious 
 Taking my time to speak to your soul 
Ready to Make you mine

Jerald
 I so graciously accepting would become the hardness and the softness. Minister to your needs mentally and carnally... The bard and the beast would I be. A soft caress on your nipples, the pounding in your womb... The eruptions as you cum again and again. I would be yours as you are mine. Been wanting you so long.

Author
 So long so long
 I long to feel your flesh intercepting with mine
 Hips rotating 
As your electricity absorbs the length of my spine 
You in me 
 Taking me to a place I've never seen
 Reflecting on the many moments that I longed for thee 
 Hands around your hips
 As you take full sips of my substance 
The thing that makes me be 
 Shattering my neurons 
From muscles to my organs 
 About to erupt like molten Lava 
As you play your sweet notes 
As I bend

Jerald
I descend on you... you spread so deliciously. I feel this need in the very particles of my making... I would share this need with you. So hard and I enter... A moan, from me or you I can't tell. You complimenting me as a sword in its sheath... I in your walls... I in the base of your lungs. My synapses... Oh my psyche.

Author
My moan or yours that's the question 
You in my walls makes my body tingle 
Succumbing to your addictive poundings 
Shifting my bones contorting my spine 
Me riding high tide 
 This is what my body craved 
 The jerking 
 The moanings 
The heated confections of our fiery conversations
 Heart palpitations getting the best of me
 I needed this
 I longer for this 
Make my body feel your slams intensely

Jerald
I hear you and push your legs back as far as they can go... Feet pressed to the bed
Mons Veneris jutting out... Such a pretty sight... I hear your calls as you beg me to beat it...
I oblige.
Your sound and my sound the symphony... Our slapping flesh the tribal drums.
Wetly you cum to me... Wetly I cum to you...
A taste, I put it back in.
You will feel this when you sit at your desk tomorrow... when you walk among the masses.
A smile as you recollect.
I myself am so glad that we had this talk.

{NO OTHER WAY TO SAY IT} SENSUALLY SEXUAL

{NO OTHER WAY TO SAY IT} SENSUALLY SEXUAL
THE SOUND... OH SO SWEET...
https://youtu.be/S9fvRlTESMI


Let me see... I pose this question rhetorically...
Such force and I... I gotta see the insides of your insides... the beats of your heart.
See I been thinking of you so juicy... So wetly and I...
I gotta have you... your warm embrace, flowers and morning dew.
Love and lust hand and hand across the span of all these souls.
Lay back and let me see the shape of your petals, sniff their aroma, ahhhh, and I.
I feel my heart flutter... My world shudders in anticipation of your arrival.
The gentle touch of your lips as they part... The taste and I... I so hungry.
Been so long and I... Mmmmm... I sip so slowly.
I feel your body as you arch your back and pull my head in... As you open and close your thighs on my ears.
Never gone, no never gone leave you again.
Your cum the tears that I wipe away with my tongue, that I drink, Ahhhh,ambrosia.
Turn over... Another question posed rhetorically...
Such force and I enter, my swollen head sinking in, oh so deeply... your cries the guidance.
I feel... I feel you as you squeeze me internally... So maternally and I... I stroke you manifestly.
The viscosity mmmmm, I reach around and rub your clitoris, feel you warm and wet as you run down my thighs.
We mixing together as I spill my seed in your fertility.
Let me see...
A question my empress posed rhetorically.

Juicy and half nude

{THE RIM ROCKA SHOCK YA}

{THE RIM ROCKA SHOCK YA}


Let me into your inner sanctum, figure you out.
Let me into the cells that form the essential you...
The very pink of you.
Ahh the very brown of you.
The African, oh the African.
Let me dwell in the follicles of your hair.
The vibrations. Oh my...
Let me crash down the limits of your realization...
A moment with my tongue... Verbally and physically...
The Beast, Oh the beast...
So heavy and hard... Let me lay... Let me play... Oh your playground.
I as happy as wee lad in beautiful glade...
Wise man in great debate.
I who would absorb the very knowledge of you from your inner core...
The man.. The beast...
Let me find that place where we break free... Stroke it as you writhe in ecstasy ...
The darkest spot of your inhabitance... Oh the virtuality...
Let me make you remember... Prototypicality...
Let me make love to your Bodymindsoulcausality...
Let me pleasure you...
Let me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY