[THE MIND BENDA]
THE MUSIC... LISTEN TO THE SOUND AS YOU READ... IT IS ESSENTIAL...
http://youtu.be/y2_gfcONoY0
I as bullet leave the barrel of the gun spinning...
I designed to elicit massive damage upon impact.
Formed in the forges of the left side of hell where niggers are raised and abandoned.
Made of the hardest of substance.. Only the strong survive... Either by brain or brawn.
I as bullet on straight trajectory speed towards a spent end...
This my story to tell.
I as bullet startle those standing around as sharply I ring out...
Gunclap... Deafening sound as I ram into my target and tear it apart so that it can be rebuilt.
These hearts of these people who seem to have lost the way... Forgotten that this is an ancient war we fight...
They so trained to hate each other that it just seems to seem right to call each other the most vile of names.
Niggas swangin from pecan trees on some jungle bunny shit.
The crowd scatters as the body hits the floor and red begins to spread.
I as gun am placed into the pocket and I as man step forth and take my peoples hand and look to the heavens as power flows from me to the lifeless form.
They open theIR eyes and breathe a gasp of a breath.
I had to kill the niggers...
It was the only way to free my Brothers and Sisters.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
