NUBIAN DELIGHT

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots 
THE FUNK FOR THIS COLABB... IF YOU KNOW HOW WE DO IT YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/WfjnCGqSj3M

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My heart beat lost time
Time and again I find
I'm lost caught out alone
My heart has no home
I've tried to give it away
Pieces of me fell astray
I'll never retrieve them
Spat out like phlegm
Left on the sidewalk
Outlined in chalk
Dead woman walking
My silence is talking

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My heart is an abyss of mixed emotions
When I look inside
A shudder and a sigh.
My heart broke a long time ago
Memories grasp a hold
Seeking... seeking
The sound as it shatters
So like the tinkle
Broken glass under streetlights
A man unleashed walking in Cibola
Hear me think

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Is there a place for empty souls
Is there a land where they go
And seek out their existence
Create some semblance 
That resembles normal
My hormones
Scream as loud as my heart
Sometimes one in the same part
I walk away somber
No longer
Human

J
Is there a place for dead thoughts of love
Do they pile up like dry bones
Waiting to be ground to loves dust
Show me where reality begins
Fantasy ends
My scars speak of trials and tribulations
The sum of the whole
I wonder
Does love
Exist


JERALD MURPHY AND PUSS IN BOOTS

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER FUCK IT]

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER F@&# IT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS...
http://youtu.be/3jf9BNFYYl8

As you know in my capacity of being a shit talker and just general nuisance I have made a lot of friends and enemies. I also have met a lot of people who have affiliations which make it impossible for them to openly say what they want to say.
From time to time I am presented with topics which are totally ripe for discussion. This is one such topic and I dont think that I could word it any better. it concerns our youth and I really would like some feedback on this one. We may help some people who dont know the things that we know so here is the main discussion but as we know it may branch out any kind of way here at Hamzahs page.
"The topic is...Sadly! The discussion is sadly, black people could never survive another slave trade. We'd be eliminated faster than the Native Americans because our men have abandoned their women and families and our women are letting the streets raise their kids. We're stuck...falling victim as prey because we're too predictable, easily molded and falling for the same traps over and over again... prison, politics, preachers and crabs. Why isn't there MANDATORY curriculum starting in sixth grade to groom our young black youth to take the PSAT, the SAT, the ACT, and fill out financial aid paperwork? Instead of MANDATORY State testing, why not take that away and make the PSAT, ACT and SAT our mandatory tests in high school? Why not MANDATORILY FREE to underprivileged youth? Why don't they have a MANDATORY course to make sure your FAFSA is filled out? Why not mandatory classes for young, underprivileged youth to understand that it's actually easier for us to go to college than our privileged counterparts. There's free money out there for us. Why isn't there a mandatory class to teach us how to research our ancestry to find any Native American lineage in our blood lines? If there's proof, your children can be granted a scholarship to attend college free. Why don't they make it mandatory in schools for the underprivileged kids to fill out a Pell Grant application?"

Thank you for the topic anonomous person. This is really somthing to think on.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND ANONOMOUS

[REVELATION ON A CITY STREET]

[REVELATION ON A CITY STREET]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/crAzIQ2BILY

The man walked with his head held high as he seemed to just emerge from the shimmering waves of heat.
One minute he was not there and then he was.
Even though he was silent his entrance was deafening as the people who were living their daily lives on the sidewalks and in the windows of the shops all seemed to notice him at once.
There was something peculiar about him it seemed. He seemed to radiate light as the sun shined on his skin but the light was wrong.
It seemed to come from the sun and his skin. 
He paused and looked around at the buildings and the people as if they were alien to him and the tattered clothes that he wore seemed to become something else. Where once there were holes and dirt it was the prettiest color that anyone had seen. 
To the old lady with the umbrella and the little dog it looked like a red so deep that she could taste it like tart cherries on here tongue... to the young man with his pants sagged it was a blue so pure that he felt as if he could drink it and his thirst would be quenched.
The wino who stood up off of the step that he had just finished drinking a fifth of wine on saw an angel with a cloak of golden fire and he sank to his knees as all his worries seemed to take flight... never would he drink again.
The man raised his arms and the sound of everything went silent as the birds circled over his head and seemed to ride thermals that swirled from his fingertips.
The day became the most beautiful day that any of the people who now stood enthralled had ever seen and a song seemed to coming from the air... no from the ground.
From in their minds played in tribute to the oneness of man... to his duplicity.
For a second it felt as if everything that ever was, is and could be was right here, right now.
These are the things that they saw.
A pregnant woman on a bus stop heard her baby speak from in her belly and it felt so right that the man sitting next to her spoke back.
The man stood in the middle of the intersection and opened his mouth and when he spoke it came from the depths of all space as he said
"It is time."
They all heard.
He turned and his clothes became tattered remnants again as he walked away with his head held high.