[MOST SERIOUSLY]

[MOST SERIOUSLY] LIONS DONT SMILE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...


I rocks my mean mugg when I walk through this dimension cause demons reside here.
I mean physical demons who suck the flow and turn it into an evil stew.
A most caustic brew that burns the throat as it is swallowed on the evening news.
Demons who sell peace wrapped in the trappings of war where children are among the dead casualties who have become ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Preachers in pulpits giving props to dead soldiers...
As thugs on the corners pour it out for dead soldiers...
Islamic processions where the women wail for dead soldiers...
Mamas falling down from the pain.
I rocks my mean mugg so that you can't see the agony of knowing all these things that press on the grey matter of my brain.
Death one of the most beautiful dances as a body takes shots... explosions of fire and pirouettes in the cool morning air a moment before crashing lifeless to the killing floor.
Full color resolution... Blood splatters on the wall.
I rocks my mean mugg to let you know that if you cross me I will cross you out.
X marks the spot where I will bury you.
The angels and the demons will sort you out when the time comes.

JERSLD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY