(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)

(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)
THE MUSIC AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65ZOrHLUip0&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

I wonder if thou knowest that thy booty doth excite me internally... all off in the Jones in mine bone.
Making me strum these keys like Thelonious... Stroking a song from your skin...Juicy booty all the way from then to now... Dancing round a tribal fire... Covered in sweat... Red reflected in brown eyes...
In the water in Montego bay... Flickering in the waves...backlit by the sand.
Water dropping from the delicious shape of your big behind...
Wetting up my mind in thoughts so salacious that my tongue it doth grow hard... A moments flick across dry lips.
I seek to devour you... Demolish that booty and rebuild it anew... spank it... Play with it, pet it and name it something new...
Yo booty got me bout to lose my damn mind...
Thou dost these things to me when I am lost in these big booty dreams.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[GHETTO CELESTIAL CRY]

[GHETTO CELESTIAL CRY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/qeEFD_GK7n8

MAN... I CRY,
I CRY FOR THE LITTLE GIRL WHO HAD TO DIE TO FEED THE NEED TO KILL...
TO PROTECT A SECRET.
I CRY FOR THE BOY WHO FEELS THAT THE ONLY WAY TO FEED IS TO FEED... A GUN HIS ONLY TRUE FRIEND.
VICTIMS OF THE FALSEHOOD OF THIS REALITY.
TRAPPED IN A SYSTEM OF LIES THAT GOES FAR BEYOND THE WALLS OF THE VATICAN WHERE SO MUCH OF HISTORY IS KEPT SECRET... DEEMED TOO STRONG BY THE CHURCH.
IF I SAID IT ONCE I'LL SAY IT AGAIN... ALL CHRISTIANITY IS ROMAN... ALL EXCEPT THE COPTIC ZION.
THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD AND WHETHER HIS NAME BE ALLAH, JEHOVAH, YAHWEH, OR GOD FORBID GOD ATTENTION BETTA BE PAID.
AS MAN DESCENDS TO THE DEPTHS OF THE ABYSS AND CHILDREN KILL EACH OTHER OVER SENSELESS SHIT.
BODIES SO YOUNG LAID TO REST IN GHETTO CEMETERIES...
MY HEART ACHES FOR THE BABIES BORN INTO THIS SAVAGE SYSTEM WHERE ALL YOU ARE IS A NUMBER.
ONE CREDIT REPORT AWAY FROM TOTAL ANNIHILATION, YOUR CITY FALLEN TO RUINS... SPIRIT CRUSHED.
HOMELESS ON THE CORNER TALKIN BOUT WHAT YOU HAD AS A MAN IN A SUIT PASSES BY.
AN AIRPLANE ROARS BY IN THE SKY CARRYING A RICH MAN TO A BOARD MEETING WHERE HE HOLDS YOUR FATE IN HIS HAND... AN ELECTED SELL OUT...
SO BARBARIC THIS CAPITALISM.
THESE DAYS... THESE DAYS HAZY AS THE SMOKE CIRCULATES, SPIRALING INTO THE MORNING AIR.
VOICES SCREAMING INTO THE DYING LIGHT.
MAN... I FUCKING CRY ... THIS SHITS GOTS TO CHANGE.