{GAIA CRIED }

{GAIA CRIED }
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... PLEASE LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/hXdgjE_SPoU

And the world... the very planet breathed deep for it was time to fight her unruly children.
She unleashed plague and famine... pestilence and disease and her children ignored her for they were sure that they could cure these things in the lab.
Yet what they knew not would be their downfall for she had raised children before... Eons ago in cycles spoken of in pyramids in Africa... Pyramids in The jungles of Central America... stones on a plain in Europe erected by people whose lineage was no more.
The knowledge of these things controlled by the chosen few who held the bodies and minds of the masses under their control.
The very air giving men mental disease and further degrading society... It contaminated to feed industry... The bulging cities that spewed their foul contents into the Earths oceans and seas.
Made the water foul to drink.
And the planet cried, Its rain becoming acid as it filtered down through the layers of the chemicals produced byproduct.
The animals and the children growing at accelerated rates... Large bodies and frail minds.
Species diminishing as a street poet speaks on these things... These transgressions and the resulting causality...
The utter horror as man rapes his mother in the names of greed and power.
The scream of the whirlwind as a tornado drops down and cuts a swath of pure destruction of all these lies as believed in these times.
Remove the blinders before its to late for she has started from protoplasm... one celled creatures in a puddle of water.
Man but a species till he conquers himself... for she earth exists universal.
She has cleansed herself before.
She breathes deep in reminiscence of these things as she revolves and rotates the sun as she has for billions of years.
She weeps for her youngest child man.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{CONVERGENCE}

{CONVERGENCE}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ODYSSEY...
http://youtu.be/jw0xogkDpKM

Upon the creation of humanity the universe sighed as it wondered what he would become.
This being blessed with so much potential.
Man in his infancy trusted the universe... The world he was placed upon was his classroom and he grew from it.
He its lord and master and its child.
Man standing under the canopy of stars breathed of the pure air and knew that there was Allah... That he Allah's child was connected to the flow.
That every living thing was vital to his survival.
As time passed man began to realize that he had free will... The ability to shape his future as structures dedicated to his power rose from the planets floor... Reaching into the sky where he knew Allah must exist.
Civilizations rising and falling forgotten under layers of dust.
Technology lost and rediscovered... The theory of pi.
Man drunk with knowledge enslaved others to do his work... To build his better societies.
In each and every case the slaves rebelled and caused collapses... Egypt, Rome and Great Britain.
Ming dynasties and the rise and fall of Hitler all prophesied just as this modern Babylon is recorded in the book Revelations.
The great whore standing in a harbor in New York, The dragon of ten horns that is the church, upholding of the plagues homosexuality and the eating of flesh placental.
Man having forgotten the natural order as he rapes the planet and lays siege to freedom.
Laws designed to crush thought.
To further alienate man.
Class and caste having become so important that the poor struggle to buy things that they don't really need.
Big t.v.s that broadcast subliminal messages designed to make you want more... To make you eat meat that ain't even meat no more.
McDonalds, Burger King and Taco Bell wars waged digitally.
Humanity the prize as Samsung and Apple hash it out in courtrooms and fight for control of man's minds.
For a piece of the pie born of the tree of knowledge and baked in an oven 360.
Sliced and divided as man centered in the struggle of living has forgotten that there is a whole universe out there... so many planets that we each could have our own.
When will these petty humans overstand?
They but insignificant specks on a planet in a spinning spiral universe.
They born just a second ago of the fragment of a star as it hurtling through space collided with an orbiting rock.
We so busy fighting on earth that the universe sighs in exasperation...
When will they ever learn?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{BUSS NUTT}

{BUSS NUTT}
THE MUSIC AS I SPRAY CREAM...
http://youtu.be/CzVntqjIgHQ

You make me wanna buss nutt... cover you inna my cream.
I lost in the cum as it sprays cross your breasts... inna you pum pum hair.
Spray like a bust water hose.
Lost in the jut of your ass, the hard nipples thrusting out from your tits.
I sucking, biting and scratching my way to the back of your womb... Straining to plant my seed deeper.
Let you feel it hot on the back wall.
Feel it it as it dribbles down your pussy lips and drips to the sheets.
Lost as I beat it sideways and hear your whimpers.
" Beat that pussy daddy... Oh what you doin to me?"
Stand up in dat punani like steel in building.
Try to make you remember me even when you are out and about
A throb when you sit down... Flutters in your belly when you walk.
A full pussy when you come home.
Lost in the look in your eyes... the feel of your breath on my cheek.
The way you talk to me as this thing called life beats down.
The way you soothe the savagery of the beast that beats in my heart with the lotion that only you produce.
I lost in its viscosity wanna buss nutt.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WISPS OF AIR)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PNOAnjFPbw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

If I whispered into the air gently would you hear?
Cock your head to the side and answer me?
Your voice so familiar even though its my first time hearing it.
It exploding into my senses.
You the melody in the symphony that plays metaphysically in the man me.
If you dreaming called my name would I sit erect and look around the room for you?
Smell you in my pineals.
My third eye wide open and lucid.
I having loved thee woman in ancient times as I existed potentially as seed.
I in these modern times where I conceived realise the futility of we apart.
Levels, and degrees as we rise from our knees and stand square in our unity.
If I died without meeting you would you finding these words know that I was talking to you?
Would you hold them in your memories and take them out and stroke them at night?
Would you whisper my name gently into the air?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE CHOPPED AND SCREWED VERSION) THE NEW ABRIDGED GHETTO BIBLE
THE MUSIC...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uJQ3TDlgqY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Yet another day has passed and still men remain mired in the bullshit insanity of modern life.
A barbaric situation by design.
Chew or be chewed... Chopped and screwed and on some a dat purple kush.
A triple eye view of these levels and degrees... These interdemensionals and these interludes something like qualudes as a griot tries to sway institutionalized attitudes.
Dropping knowledge like Job on that ganga pipe in the bible... Cough cough. Puff puff.
Baby mama in the club with a lil bitty skirt on making it clap...
Dropping that thang to the floe, to the floe.
Baby mama selling her body so the kids got lights and she got weave to fit the tending need.
Babies in the back room as she serves the dope boy some smoking head on the living room couch... Blunts and a gun on the kitchen table, little boy peeping out.
Raw bible knowledge dropped by a dude called Black Jesus as he foretells his own return with a 40 in his hand.
I came to tell you I'm coming...
I am the messiah.
Shit is real in the filthy dirty south where the white people still rock the confederate state in they tiny little white hearts... Stars and bars and southern crosses.
A bible in one hand and the other one on the trigger of a concealed weapons permit...
Where stand your ground means you better not be black, red or brown and the trees grow mossy grey crowns bearing witness to this savage tragedy that is urban ghetto life.
Cough cough... Puff puff.
Visions of freedom drifting in the clouds of hemp smoke as Revelations become the reality...
Placenta in Pepsi and human genes in the grain as humans eat human flesh... Civilized cannibals living in the aforementioned times...
Triple beams miscalibrated on the justice scale.
Revelations and overstanding realization as another day has passed us by.
We missed the chance again
The masses mired in can't take no more and can't get up cause the man is holding em down...
They tricked into believing the hype of all their infamy.
Chopped up and screwed up.
Cough cough... Puff puff.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

I read this a long time ago, its from the book of Job CH 41verses 18 to 34. Job was puffing the ganga pipe:

18 By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

19 Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out.

20 Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

22 In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together: they are firm in themselves; they cannot be moved.

24 His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.

25 When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.

26 The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.

27 He esteemeth iron as straw,and brass as rotten wood.

28 The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble.

29 Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

30 Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

31 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

32 He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.

33 Upon earth there is not his like, who is made without fear.

34 He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride

(WHY WILLIE HAD TO DIE) A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION.

(WHY WILLIE HAD TO DIE) A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION.
THIS ONE DON'T NEED NO MUSIC CAUSE IT IN ITSELF IS A SAD SONG...

I have always wondered how black people find it so hard to grasp the concept of unity.
I mean you hear it all the time, this word, unity.
But do you ever give it any real thought?
In order to have unity you have to cross lines, mentally, religiously and in the black man and woman's case in Amerikkka lines based on skin tones.
In order to have unity you have to study what has worked for other races in the past and what once worked for us in Africa before the current system went into effect.
Our biggest problem as a people seems to be a hate for who we are and what we are.
We have no definition.
Our greatest lessons have been buried by his-story and that makes many of us turn to the same people who erased our history to teach us our story.
That has been a grave mistake as we lose ground in these modern times.
Sadly it seems we are being reverted to slavery, our reconstruction having failed.
Now I want to take a hard look at what has worked for other races who have applied the concept of unity.
First of all let's look at the white folks who say that they want us to be a part of their society, who say they care about us.
They have unity and it crosses every line that was mentioned above.
In the end it always comes down to them sticking up for them, this is apparent in every situation they deal with and is a mentality that is hard to crush.
A white person does not really care what religion another white man is he will uphold his brother even when he commits the most heinous act against another race.
He does not care that this man has features that do not match his ideal of what a white person should be or should look like.
All he knows is that this person is his brother and he stands for his brother as his brother stands for him.
A true jury of peers so to speak.
Are you following me?
Now we will mention the other races that have done this and are succeeding in this capitalistic society.
The Chinese, the Japanese, the Jews, the Indians (from India of course) and the Arabs.
Speaking of the Indians the ones in Amerikkka have gained their reparations silently by employing this method of which I speak.
This mentality.
Yet in our case it seems that we are so busy pulling against what makes us a common people and trying to be anybody but ourselves.
Our children know nothing of who they are.
The average black child cannot tell you who his great grandfather was or who Marcus Garvey was... The only racial pride he has is the use of the word nigga.
He knows that this word was used to humiliate and degrade us in the past and he uses it as his mantra.
He or she for that matter has been taught that straight hair is good, that blue or green eyes is pretty and that light skin is something to be proud of.
He or she does not think about the fact that in the not so distant past these things were the result of rape and degradation.
This needs to change.
I studied the period known as reconstruction a long time ago and it seems as if we have not even attained the status we had back then in these modern times.
There are less black businesses per ratio than their were back then, less black people in the higher echelons of white government cause that's what it is.
It seems that the greatest business for a black person to be in is selling drugs or pimping hoes if you listen to the popular music that our children subscribe to.
That needs to change.
The change begins in you.
Are you willing to see beyond the whitewash?
This is Jerald Murphy and this has been another psychological shot into the dark.
Blessings my people.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{BITTER MEDICINE}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS HEALING...
http://youtu.be/8TIHev31ugc


I who you thought had been beaten to submission have become the catalyst for your destruction.

The lessons learned in the ghetto where your police roam unabated, the fuel for the fires of your consumption.

Me as a status on your quo.

Your whip the jail cell having made I stronger... we as a people coming from its depths have the potential to tear down it walls.

Uncle Sam ain't done a damn thing for we except put his foot on our neck.

Held us down.

Some of having grown tired of this shit city Babylon seek to be free...

Looking for the blue skies and sunny days.

Trying to find a better way to sing a soothing song to our people, ease us out of this coma we seem to be in.

Patterns drawn hieroglyphic on pyramids of steel and glass that shine in this white mans utopia...

Bridges and project walls made of concrete.

The black mans hell where he fights among his own.

Wearing tribal colors while committing drive by's where innocence dies bleeding into gutters.

Is carried away as a mothers wails pierce the skies...

Her child is gone to meet the maker and her heart is rent apart.

He or she has become the statistic...

A number on a piece of paper, filed away to be used in the next election.

A politician smiling down from the pulpit on a Sunday... Smiling at the Martin Luther King rally.

Red for the Blood of Africans and Native Americans... Blue for the lumps and bruises ... White for the people who stole it all and ain't giving none back.
I who you thought you had beaten into submission have become the medicine man.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CROSS GENERATIONAL)
THE MUSIC IS A PART OF THE PROCESS...
Beautifull Rnb Club banger sing/rap beat instrume…: http://youtu.be/1j-Vrpong9Y

We entwined in the pages of the annals of time.
Books that line libraries shelves.
Such a glorious story for we are prehistory and the birth of humanity on earth.
We are the masters and the slaves.
The promise of the future as we connect carnal.
Spreading humanity as we connected wet mate.
You the spark of electricity in the cerebral cortex of my brain.
Broadcast digital across my nuerons as a need, not a want.
I have loved you the whole while.
This my testament bears our scars and our delight... The lust and the betrayal of living these days of our lives.
The thump of a heart beating its message of we... Of we.
It transmitted and received and passed on.
The annals of time will bear record of our song as it plays softly like a sonnet.
Strong, as a new form of music in a far removed time where the cars fly and men suspended in deep sleep travel across the cosmos.
I wonder do they dream these people of who I speak as the stars fall past the windows at light speeds?
Bit maybe I have taken you to far beyond as I speak of you and I.
We born whole and seeking the beauty of knowing one another.
You, I and all these memories.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MA SALAMA) DEDICATED TO VICTOR MCNEIL
THE MUSIC FOR THIS... IT WAS HIS FAVORITE SONG WHEN WE WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL... HE PLAYED IT SO MUCH WE GOT TIRED OF IT... MISS YA ALREADY BRO...
Taana Gardner - Heartbeat (Club Version) (1981): http://youtu.be/oDBpWdFP5EE

A warrior prepares to return to the dust from when we came.
Tears fall from the corner of the eyes of another warrior who remembers the battles fought together on these mean streets Babylon.
In school and at home, at work and play.
Locked away in the belly of the beast.
A brother has gone on and the angels tears patter on the streets and fall from the eyes.
Raining into a brothers soul where he remembers the good and the bad cause that's the way it is.
Heartbeats playing away into summer nights.
Memories of younger days and the vicious cycle.
Crushing poverty and utter despair as we clawed to get out.
If only for a moment, a day.
These words dedicated to the warrior you who stood undaunted in the face of fear.
Who fought the fight regardless of who thought it right.
My brother, my friend.
I will see you again on the day of recompense.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHEEP CAN'T KILL WOLVES) A TOPIC SUBMITTED BY KIRK AND NIGHTWALKER

(SHEEP CAN'T KILL WOLVES) A TOPIC SUBMITTED BY KIRK AND NIGHTWALKER
THE MUSIC FOR DIS ONE... YOU BETTA LISTEN..
Subatomic Sound System & Dubblestandart - Respect…: http://youtu.be/PVI23jRzuk8

I am not going to write this in poetry form, at least not a rhyming one.
This shit will have a beat though as it courses through my veins and beats in my heart like blue black blood about to get oxygenated.
Today I dare ask the question, why ain't George Zimmerman dead.
Why is this low life piece of shit alive?
See I know the answer and that makes me much angrier, the whole reality of the situation.
He is alive because of the same reason that we pay more for the same things as white people in this society. He is alive because we work more for less pay.
He is alive because mentally black society as a whole still remains enslaved. Depending on master to cull the wolves from among the sheep when all the time the wolf is his progeny.
Poor sheep picked off and slaughtered as master looks the other way.
Blames the sheep for the problem.
Lables the sheep violent and the root of the situation.
Builds fences, walls and borders designed to keep the sheep in and places guard dogs in the herd that lead the sheep where master wants them to go.
Go to church, go to school, watch t.v.
In each of these places master controls the information that the indoctrinated herd receives.
They chewing the cud tricknowledge, docile and tranquil.
In the courts master has the fix on his side as he spins the story on the broken wheel... Unbalances the scale.
By now we would think that any sheep with a brain would have figured it out.
The whole totality of this thing, that master does not have their best interests on his agenda.
Wolves don't give a shit what sheep eat or whether they live or die.
That's why George Zimmerman is walking around free today.
He the child born of this racist society was judged by a jury of his peers.
He the hero.
A dead unarmed black child the villain.
He is walking around alive cause sheep don't kill wolves.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WAR PEACE AND WHITE MEAT)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUpWV7H0FTw&feature= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mplYYctDvMw&feature=youtube_gdata_player youtube_gdata_player

Sometimes you just got to get bloody no matter how much peace you bring.
How much you try to explain or compromise.
Sometimes you just got to split a motherfucker to the white meat.
That's just the way it is when you live in a barbaric society.
It started with violence and was spread through violence, all the while calling people who were being annihilated and enslaved savages.
A flip of the proverbial slang and a mental drain... Committing war while projecting peace and democracy.
Hitler and Woodrow Wilson one and the same.
Sometimes you got to take it to a man to make him realize you mean business cause marching don't mean you fighting a war, it just means you walking... No purpose and no meaning.
You lost when you expected fair... You lost when you accepted a slave mentality ingrained in halls of false learning... Stained glass reflecting images of false prophets and altered realities.
You lost when you started making war on yourself, your brother, when you accepted the title nigga and called your woman a ho... When you became a freemason.
When you forgot that no one is supposed to kill one of yours and not pay the ultimate price.
Somebody has to do the dirty work.
That's just the way it is.
Peace and war exist hand in hand.
Sometimes you got to spill blood to know peace.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(YOUR VISAGE IN MY FIELD OF VISION)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MINDSTORM...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kixemV-Fjiw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I have seen you ethereal in my pineal...
A future queen.
Your visage the one that hath kept me alive in the crushing despair of the projects...
The rough and tough of the street corners.
The aching longing of roaming alone as the world has revolved and rotated on its axis.
Day after day... Year after year...
I a stranger in an even stranger land looking at the stars at a planet in the system where Serius B rotates around my real home.
I alone as my heart threatens to explode like cannons on the African seashore before the missionaries and slave traders came aground.
It radiating light like the Egyptian sun as Greek philosophers stole our knowledge and took it home as theirs.
Cannons of Napoleon blasting at pyramid sites.
I have sought you across these great spans of time as these things mentioned have transpired... I but a cog in a vast machine started as a man placed on a Tanzanian plain became the prototypical.
His mate the other half of he.
I have seen you ethereal as my pineal has grown deep.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY