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Friday, October 21, 2016

{SLIPPIN}


{SLIPPIN}

Better not let me catch you slippin...
Not paying attention.
Betta not let me not like yo bitch ass...
See Im'ma getcha...
Betta not be not from my hood...
Not know my story, who the fuck I am.
A one man harbinger of the worst kind of chaos.
See I ain't braggin bout the shit I done or the shit I will do, I'm just a survivor.
The worst kind of man you can encounter is one who has taken on the skin of a chameleon.
One who can morph into any being he wants to be.
Intelligent, yet a savage beast.
One who knows that this, this is a system of control designed to trap and enslave.
One who lives outside that box and can rationalize it that so that even the timid overstand.
Betta not let me catch you slippin cause I will leave you lying in a pool of your life force, no remorse.
Set your streets on fire and cast your ashes to the four winds.
Not a killer yet not a friend, just the way it is.
Fuck with me or fuck with me not I could give a flying fuck.
My allegiance is to my creation born of exploding star, birthed of a woman on a tilted earth.
No to some flag, not to some polluted religion, I the anomaly roaming in steel and concrete.
Name painted hieroglyphic graffiti on brick walls.
A shadow, a breeze, the movement at the edges of your peripherals, see?
So highly analytical that even when you think the ball is in your court its bouncing on mine.
Pawns, knights and bishops all still bow to the king.
Betta not let me catch you slippin.
I will fuck you straight the fuck up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY