THEE BLACK QUEEN

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN. THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT...
http://youtu.be/HtlUzZb9Y4U


Again you pound in my psyche... Allah broke the mold when he created you queen.
Prospectively tantalizing in all your shades and tones... color splashed across the canvas.
Baby you aint got to be a stripper on the pole or all bent over... you got my attention.
Created to fulfil my deepest needs... my sex filled fantasies that sometimes threaten to swallow me whole.
Eat my whole soul.
Beat down wit yo hips and thighs... beat down with yo mysterious aura that shines unrestrained.
Chocolate and good black dirt all in your femininity from whence the races came... booming drums across the savage plains.
A message in the Beatdown... Black woman drop it low... drop it low.
I say flo, you say floor... still the same thang as I try to rip these fevered words from all that I know of you.
These things that shake the foundations... shape the foundations.
The earth quakes in the fall of your footsteps so profound thy impact.
Again you pound in my psyche...
Thee oh black queen supreme.

[BLACK LIFE]

[BLACK LIFE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/Ir4vtUr_YuI

Bout a day ago it was the 60's and my people were involved in the struggle... fighting the powers.
Back when a Panther was protection against the police and Malcolm said by any means necessary... speaking with machine gun precision.
A black mans life made him the victim... born in a strange land of unequality.
Bout a day ago it was the 70's and Malcolm was in the cold hard ground and black power was in the air... Fists pumped in the air testifying to our time here.
Afros, bellbottoms and daishikies... Jim Brown didnt take no shit and Jim Kelly was kickin ass at the drive in right up there on the screen... blaxploitation made gangsters seem cool.
Fat Albert took us to school... Roosevelt Franklin and Richard Pryor on Sesame Street.
Kunte Kinte became Toby at the end of a whip... Fiddler pleaded for his life.
A black mans life grew a little more complicated as he searched for his roots.
Bout a day ago it was the 80's and Cosby had perfect kids... They didn't come round the way.
Afrika Bambaata and the Zulu Nation evolved into medallions... the red, the black and the green emblazened on M.T.V. damn near villified on B.E.T.
Silly depictions of a once great people as they danced for Micky Dees... a commercial situation made to order.
A black mans life took on new meaning as crack was introduced to the people... a new thug nation.
Bout a day ago it was the 90's and a new day had dawned where the elders were no longer respected cause the youth had seen just a little to much... dicks getting sucked in allyways and such.
The drug dealer had become the new corner store and black businesses became a rarity... Asian behind the counter tryin to be what he thought was cool.
Gold tooth grins and visions of Scarface... Gangsta ambitions of taking over the neighborhood while the world moved on.
Courtrooms where lives were takin in the midst of drug wars that continue to this day.
Black life... Black life.
All this black life.

[LISTEN]

[LISTEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE... PUMP IT ON YOUR JOURNEY...
http://youtu.be/qjqtHJ3QC6Y

If I had the chance I would write to you of my meanderings... how the sky looks so blue as it fills the field of my vision... blue and grey clouds.
The water beneath the bridge as it falls over the rocks trickling in its melodic tones... playing its song in my mentality.
The fish that come to the surface to catch a glimpse of a man as he shares in the nature of all these bountious blessings.
The mockingbird as he builds a nest in the rose bush not two feet from me... he knows I mean no harm.
I like he just a passing traveler on the way to the end... we but two parts of the whole fucked up situation.
He is my survival and I his as we both overstand.
I would talk to you of the times that I walked in primitive forests listening to the rustle of the leaves and the cries of the animals... those who fed and those that were prey.
The times that I have stood on mountain peaks and seen the crowns of trees... the times that I have stood on rooftops and seen masses of humanity.
Ribbons of rivers from the windows of airplanes... the ocean from the shore as it falls away into the sky... a dolphin breaking the waves.
Pictures of a most magnificent hue as they are formed of these words that I use in artistic frustration... I want you to see in my 4th dimensional description of all things.
As I meander.


JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY