NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE

(NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE) TOPIC CHOSEN BY Gena Storm AND Stacy Piggee 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. YOU BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/yZFLA5CTYo8

You vibrate in my receptivity.
Soothe my depravity.
Promised to me as we born awakened in a garden and looked in each others eyes.
Adam smitten by Eve.
My pain as well as my joy  have merged and we have grown from that.
You in me on levels to deep to be seen... My blue blood fading to black.
We as one have endured the most heinous of tragedies and still we stand.
Our bones having become the dust that fertilizes the earth.
Our blood the catalyst for change.
Our skin the icon and we sing as one... As many.
Echoing in the chambers of Allah and filling the halls with the harmony...
Angels swaying in the bars and swept up in the melodies... the treble  and the bass.
You course through my mind and fill me with wonder as I never tire of your form.
Thickly, skinny, tall, short and full.
Makes me wanna lick the chocolate from your skin and savor thy sweet.
My heart racing at the sudden rush of your flavor as you stride by.
Leave me lingering on the trail of your pheromones.
I a mad poet shouting into the wind.
BLACK WOMAN IS QUEEN!!!
Whispers of insanity as I beat down the negative portrayals and confront the stigma.
Stand in my queens corner as king.
We once pawns having becoming royalty.
Vibrating vibrantly.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS

(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BASS CAUSE BASS SHAKES FOUNDATIONS...
http://youtu.be/tX3ArbnXrmM

Listen my brothers...
Let me speak.
I am tired of reading bout another black man done killed another black man.
Over a woman, over the shoes on his feet over the fact that he is from 17th street.
Two black men gone cause prison ain't being alive.
Its dead time.
Tired of things happening and the only voice you hear is the white one telling our story.
On the news and painting the picture of the nigger to the court of popular opinion.
Tired of people spouting fiction as fact as related to who we are and where we come from.
Preachers talkin bout the curse of Ham and calling black a curse.
Tired of the books that try to say that we were happy as slaves, that say black women liked getting raped by white men.
Paying so much attention to material and not the content that we are being swept under the carpet...
Rolled up in a gym mat and deemed a suicide.
Loosing our manhood and becoming batty boyz... Pants dropped and showing off ass... Some sissy shit if you ask me.
Straight booty warriors.
Tired of these fucking chains... shit bout to drive me insane.
Brothers need to pick up some books and learn the truth cause if they don't want you to know that's where it is.
Buried in a book which is ironic cause in some instances books mean life.
Resurrection.
I am telling you this cause I love you bro.
We are Israelites.
We are Kings.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY