(WATERWORKS)
Memories of all these things and hey.
I woulda, coulda, been a lot of things but I ain't.
I'm the motherfucker I am today.
Those licks, those licks.
Motherfucking straight and I emerge enlightened hue-man.
So many levels and I wonder why people playing.
Still ain't no unity, so many stuck on tricknowledge, false teachings and indoctrination.
Picture so dirty and they can't see, bullshit and hypocrisy.
Sad ass blues playing on guitar strings, living the dream, slavery ingrained so deep it's unseen.
And the youth, the youth dwell evicerated and scattered, pieces of a puzzle.
Nobody to put it together, tears in a bucket, motherfucker, motherfuck it.
Symphonically tragic, world turning to mud, to dust.
Piano backtrack as these days devolving pass by, man suspended wisdom state.
These words realistic fading away, echoes resounding off canyon walls, hey, hey, hey...
Drops of rain falling to the ground.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
