(FALLEN SOLDIERS LAMENT)
THE SOUND FOR THE POUND...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywtJXf7hwqo&feature=youtube_gdata_player
This is for the fallen African soldiers.
Those lost in the savagery of capitalistic struggle since the advent of his-story.
This is for those who hung from trees, were flayed from their skin, were treated as subhuman.
My fathers and grandfathers, my uncles and cousins, my brother's in this life and death situation.
Those who stood on street corners and slung that thang... Opened bottles and poured one for them that's gone, wore colors that represented power on another man's land.
Them who grew up in the distorted projects where every day can be your last, killed by your own kind, killed by a white man representing the blue, black and brown gang.
This is a shot popped into the air, I hope it falls and splits the wig of an oppressor.
Takes him to a certain grave.
Buried under the tan soles of our black feet.
We soldiers in a misguided war where we fight for material when its really all about the spiritual.
Scratching and struggling to own another man's name stitched on jeans and worn on our ass like burnt brands on slaughtered cows.
Still gripped in the insanity of slavery while screaming free.
Another black man has died.
This prayer is for his African soul.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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