(DECISIONS AND INNERVISIONS)
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What am I if not blood sweat and tears... I man built this country, raised it pon mine back.
I man stood by and watched as my woman bore the progeny of wicked men.
He who would enslave his own seed.
I man cried in the room darkened by night and prayed that I would be free.
That my children might smell the fresh air, breathe of being truly unburdened by the melanin in their skin.
I man hung from trees as my neck attached and tears ran down my cheeks... as I pissed myself.
Salt water so reminiscent of the seas we crossed in the belly of the beast.
Whips, chains and maggots as my soul festered.
I man held on to small remembrances of times past till placed in smalls cages departed from reality.
Some became shuffling versions.
My woman having lost all respect as they took her again and again in the night.
They dressed as the ghosts we had been trained to fear.
Unholy war and the church it did condone these things.
I man scarred from the beatings of life as they called me a worthless nigger and a threat when really I was neither.
I man just a shadow of my former self as the torture continued unabated.
Overseer becoming Officer, Sherif becoming Sheriff and so many of us having sold out.
Wearing the badge with pride and honor as black men caught bullets in their bodies and fell bleeding on the streets.
Angel of death coming to claim their soul, bodies lowered into stolen ground.
I man wondering what I can do to wake just a few...
Start a revolution, spark a new mindset.
They so lost in Hollywood and New York dreams as rappers tear down the last walls of sanity, sell Molly dreams, Crack illusions all while spinning trap music in heavy rotation.
Chalk lines on concrete as I man fall prostrate and pray for the eventual death of my enemy, whoever he may be.
I man done wore to many ass whippings to be afraid.
All this blood, so much sweat and so many tears ago I man decided so.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
