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Sunday, February 24, 2013

[THOUGHTS OF FREEDOM WHILE MEDITATING IN BABYLON]


[THOUGHTS OF FREEDOM WHILE MEDITATING IN BABYLON]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PURE MEDITATION...
http://youtu.be/pOobVQtBj3Y


How many?
How many of you who say you want freedom really want it?
Would you even know what to do with it if freedom were placed in your reach?
See I know you say you want it but if thats the case you wouldn't be so constrained by your own mentalities.
Listening to men feed you God on the table of religion... A word that has caused so much hate.
So much death and destruction... Men, women and children killed in the name of Allah...
Killed in the name of God...
The name of Jesus...
The name of Budda.
Need I continue?
So many killed in the name of peace.
I mean ask yourself this: If two people were placed on earth and they had one God how did he become so many?
Perfect sense.
All else is man made lies designed to keep you looking to the sky while he plays with you pants down.
Diddles with you a lil bit.
See all I see is who you be... I do not look for religion in you cause religion is superficial...
I look for your spirituality... How you blend with the universe cause it is our origins...
You know? The chambers of the most high...
They are in your mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[BAD BOY FROM FRENCHTOWN WAY] HIGHLY EROTIC


[BAD BOY FROM FRENCHTOWN WAY] HIGHLY EROTIC
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS TOTALLY WRITTEN TO IT SO LISTEN...

I was born a bad boy...
Always loved pussy and all it represented...
The origins of man all wet and shit cause dust dont make clay by itself...
Thats why I connect with your freak...

I have never played with that fact...
That I can see your freak pushing against your skin...
Begging to be free, a sculpture carved for me...
Posing in the depths of my fantastic mind where reality and fantasy merge...

That place where your body becomes the art it was meant to be...
A gift to man who feels the need as it drives forth...
Sweeps him along in waves of euphoria as the seed strains to be freed...
See to me you are the prototype...

There is no other woman as lovely on this earth than the nubian queen...
No flower with prettier petals...

I will die the littlest death with you time and time again as our fluids mix...
Carbon and water is who we are...
Reveal yourself to me...
I see your freak...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY








[CELESTIALLY]


[CELESTIALLY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS...


If I were a song she would be the lovely notes that resonated from its melodies...
I the bass dropping in subsonic frequencies that vibrate the essence.
Together we would be the healing, soothing rhythms that played in tribute to love and life...
Sang in tribute to freedom and peace.
Together we would play on heartstrings and fill craniums with our sound.
We would ring off brick walls and concrete on fucked up city streets and bring tears to junkies eyes.
We would play in chambers as corrupt governments crushed fell to the onslaught of our crescendo's
If we were a song.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY