[TURBULENCE IN HIS WAKE.] SAVAGE BEATDOWN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS MUSIC IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE
http://youtu.be/c2sDwgPlHUE
His footfall as thunder upon his waking he stands and surveys his surroundings.
The sun falling through the slats of the blinds and he opens the door and breathes of the spring air...
So fresh, this morning.
His world awaits as he prepares for his day... Kingdom trees and coffee.
His mind pounds like a synthetic bass as he absorbs the sounds... Bird... squirrels... dragonfly on wing.
Manifestations of Allahs power in full fledged H.D.
Hypodermic injections of particles of air called the breeze tickle nerve endings and bring relief.
See he a prodigy... Educated on city streets and red Georgia clay...
See he a product of his environment born into separation.
Modern he is still the living breathing representation of Mother Africa roaming Babylon.
The signs he reads as he tries to interpret for the wide awake slaves that dot the landscape of his optics.
Blindly they follow bullshit tradition.
Life pounds in the deepest regions of his being and he moves to its beat...
His dance graceful and unique to the quaking percussion.
A warrior in repose.
Fall oh walls of Jericho...
Sonic is his thunder.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
