(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
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