[CAUGHT UP IN THE FORMATION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/ultUCC1-7Y0
Let me sink into the carbon in your fibers and write you anew...
Scribe into the particles of your particulates...
Reach into the dust of my graphite scroll and pull you out clean...
This script that comes from the nature of these things as relative to our situation...
Reach into your womb and pull out a new nation as formed of egg and sperm in the blooming tree...
See?
Eye see...
You found in the air, the water and the florals as they flow from distant memories of we as one...
Let me peruse you as I draw you out in lines and words...
Sketch you and shade you in...
Pull you from the tail of the comet as it streaks by in flight...
The trail of a meteorite on a cold winters night where the wind whispers of our past...
Bring your beauty to bear witness against those who doubt your uniqueness...
Flying strokes of blinding pencil strikes and smooth rubs lovingly applied.
Carbon and graphite...
Thus are you formed.
jerald hamzahfaruq murphy
[DIS DA SOUTH] SOUTHERN GUERILLA LYRICS
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS URGENT SOUND...
http://youtu.be/VgpHFE2LWzg
Dis da south... We do it like dis... we rolls on the finest wheels and make the hardest deals... Dis da south where we kick in does and put punk bitches on da floe... Down here knowledge is hard to attain... A major Christian brain drain... In the F.L.A. we live in the crotch and legs of these United Federated states... Haitians, Cubans, and po ass ghetto motherfuckers trying to get ahead... Dodge a bullet to dey head... Dis da south where if you ain't from round here you will get fucked up... left on the sidewalk stankin... Betta keep ya game tight cause you will get busted... Caught slipping on a sunny day in the middle of the street... Dis da south where big booty is queen and everybody got a scheme... a bitch a steal yo dream... Go back to Pompano with all yo shit... now yo ass broke dick... A neighborhood trick... 10, 20, life on a trumped up gun charge and now you lookin from behind prison bars at the Florida sun... A prisoner guarded by the gun... Don't run... Dont run... Dis da south... World of Disney and M.G.M... Downtown Orlando ain't nothin to get fucked up... Indian casino's and pretty beaches... Coconuts and mangoes... Kangaroo courts... Dis da south where we say roun heah... finta... and man that shit is fucked up... Poke chops, grits and cornbread... Muslims down heah dat don't fuck wit dat swine... Dats how we do it down heah.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
