{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
