{JUST A DROP}
THE BASS DROP...
https://youtu.be/zvkOoyd4IrA
Where we exist... Mans mind drifts.
Who am I... Who am we... Where does it all begin and where will it end.
Mans mind drifts... He exists in the beats of a bees wings... The flight of birds cruising above the seas.
The laughter of children across the waves as they break pon beach... The concern of mothers echoing, echoing, the floating lovers suspended in the salinity.
Man lies back and exists weightlessly... A drop in the all of who he is... Who are we... So much preponderance pressure as clouds drift in sky horizontally.
Flat earth such a primitive mentality in its origin... Slavery such a fragile concept as we exist in the throes of trickery.
What would I tell a child to set him free?
Tickle his carbon, hydrate the marrow in his bones... Wake him from the valley floor.
Day above and night below... A dive to the ocean floor from whence all life sprang.
All this life and all this death... So needlessly lost as the earth hurtles through space locked in orbit around a thermonuclear star.
Truth and lies having become mingled and merged into one... So many locked into systems of control and deceit... God does not spend money... There should be no homeless or hungry.
Church and state the true beast... Mouth open as lives are fed into the ravenous maw of thought control... Stripped mentalities shitted out.
Where we exist... Who am I... Who am we.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE BASS DROP...
https://youtu.be/zvkOoyd4IrA
Where we exist... Mans mind drifts.
Who am I... Who am we... Where does it all begin and where will it end.
Mans mind drifts... He exists in the beats of a bees wings... The flight of birds cruising above the seas.
The laughter of children across the waves as they break pon beach... The concern of mothers echoing, echoing, the floating lovers suspended in the salinity.
Man lies back and exists weightlessly... A drop in the all of who he is... Who are we... So much preponderance pressure as clouds drift in sky horizontally.
Flat earth such a primitive mentality in its origin... Slavery such a fragile concept as we exist in the throes of trickery.
What would I tell a child to set him free?
Tickle his carbon, hydrate the marrow in his bones... Wake him from the valley floor.
Day above and night below... A dive to the ocean floor from whence all life sprang.
All this life and all this death... So needlessly lost as the earth hurtles through space locked in orbit around a thermonuclear star.
Truth and lies having become mingled and merged into one... So many locked into systems of control and deceit... God does not spend money... There should be no homeless or hungry.
Church and state the true beast... Mouth open as lives are fed into the ravenous maw of thought control... Stripped mentalities shitted out.
Where we exist... Who am I... Who am we.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
