(FYAH FLAME SCRIBBLER)

(FYAH FLAME SCRIBBLER)
THE MUSIC FA THIS ONE... PYRE FYAH
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qtQHcD7mTE&feature=youtube_gdata_player

And in his aura he carries the judgment and the wrath...
The fire burning in his soul like white hot flames blinding as they reach skyward and cast embers into the branches of the sleeping trees.
His purpose to drop these words that have carved canyons into his tormented psyche.
That are written on the flip side of his skin.
His graffiti hieroglyphically scribbled cybernetically, he having gone futuristically.
He born of the last days of segregation and slavery... He the living epitome of an alternate view of intergration... The lie of the Amerikkkan dream.
He the reality of being born of the outcasts... Those who will never be free if they continue the selling out of their history, buying into the insanity.
His first breath black, his last will be the same as he continues to live molecular in the wind the rain and his seed.
His kind never dying as long as there is need, as long as prisons grow full and more are built... Brick and concrete walls designed to hold crushed and altered souls...
Make men into animals.
His flames hot burn tricknowledge to cinders as from the ashes new thought patterns rise... His words overstood grow green grass and trees... Villages and utopian cities built of wood, of steel.
Children playing in the sunshine of a once dream having become reality.
So sad that this utopia will only come after this current system is a sad distant memory in the future where there has been a great war in mans history.
It talked of as the future human wonders at modern man's stupidity.
They talking of the fire the flame and the nature of the beast.
How the beauty was missed as nature forgotten was destroyed by corporate greed and capitalistic regimes... By the lie democracy as the truth socialism became the enemy.
A child dying as a doctor drove by in a Mercedes... A preacher in an Escalate... A politician, a limousine.
His aura fire as the trumpet sounds the alarm...
His aura.... the judgement... the wrath.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY