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Thursday, April 11, 2013

MEAN STREETS


[MEAN STREETS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...  BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/5oAcYi264WE

A bullet shatters the glass and hits the baby in her arms on its way to bursting through the heart in her chest.
She falls and drops her dying child, another case of innocence lost in the savage city where thugs decimate the places they stay on the way to becoming G's.
The people come and lay flowers, burn candles and hold vigils, return to the same old bullshit.
The bones of the baby and the mother turn to dust and the earth still rotates and revolves as the law of 360 degrees meets itself again on the road to genocide.
Preachers charging so much to bury the dead that families go into debt... Still got to give that 10 percent... Pass the plate again.
Read the holy ever changing scrolls, version and revision on the road to all this division.
Pass the plate again.
Young mother living in the ghetto trying to get by on a 7 to 5 as her children play in the men ass streets, learning how to be beasts from dudes just a few years older, cause life spans is short in the middle of the game.
Prison or the grave.
He holds the gun in his hand and marvels at the power, with this he can fuck a nigger up.
He pulls the trigger and a bullet shatters the glass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TEARS AND JEERS]


[TEARS AND JEERS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MESSAGGGGEEEEEE...
http://youtu.be/ALNF_DCg6VU

Sometimes the tears threaten to become a flood running over the banks of rivers of emotions.
H20 devoted to horrendous memories as told in slave narratives and passed on verbally.
These days it seems that everyone is running from the reality and following the tale of the beast.
Painted fiction so colorful that it dazzles like Nikki's makeup and a punk ass rapper prancing in skinny jeans.
Kissing babies in the mouth on network t.v.
Gangstalicious dreams of rising... Homies befoe hoes and the whole African nation suffers the injustice...
Another 500 years of being the nigger in the mirror... shucking and jiving... Cooning and buffoning.
Big lips and stretched eyes.
Cause the land of the free just don't ring true for the dislocated members of the African family... Cast to the four winds.
The flood cleans the earth.
The tears dry up


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY