{ I NAT TURNER SAW A RED SKY }

{ I NAT TURNER SAW A RED SKY }
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/zsC2bHWmsJM

I try to get you to overstand the magnitude of my words...
The pressure... The gravity.
I will die for these things that I love...
My family... My ancestory,  the future generations of my seed...
I already on the battlefield will turn to fire... To pain and agony.
I born warrior of Allah will fight mentally and physically to slay the beast...
He who has become the keeper of the machine... It pumping out lies and psychic disease.
He keeping it oiled and pristine.
I will die for these things if it means that one of my progeny will stand a chance in a later time.
If he retains one shred of what I his great, great, great grandfather said.
My tombstone covered in weeds and debris.
My words in a library where he sits among the shelves breathing of my breath. 
Speaking my words on the road to standing erect.
Third eye vision as compared to tell-lie-vision... 
I try to get you yo overstand that I don't just write these words for me...
I write them for the gangbanger, the pimp, the pusher and the hoe.
The exploited and the besieged living in a concrete jungle where the predator comes to play.
Where he gleams his slaves from... some working in the big house as big house niggas and others as the unseen.
Gotta give em alcohol and drugs or they would see the awful truth... Pour one out on the ground for that as the blue and white cruises by.
Crackers driving whips.
I try to get you to overstand the fact that to me riot is just a state of mind.
I will die for mine.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY