(THE FOLLY OF BLACK HISTORY AND THE MODERN PSYCHE)
THE MUSIC...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydX82aYz1hQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player
You my people are displaced... Living in the den of iniquity where you the oppressed are the enemy.
Labled the problem.
2014 and still languishing in the psychology of Willie Lynch and Manifest Destinies.
Surrounded by images of the degrees of the Illuminati and pure bufoonery flashing at subconsciously captured speeds as you watch realty t.v.
Gold, diamonds and tomfoolery.
You my people are displaced...
Taught to hate your own identity and doomed to live in hell as heaven looms just beyond the horizon... Suburban streets where the grass is green and children ride bicycles with no knowledge or experiences of police brutality and racial profiling.
Where a white boy can walk with a hood on his head and still be seen as non-threatning.
"Oh that's Toms son" as they drive by and speak... "Hi Brandon..."
He on his way to commit a burglary.
In his backpack he carries crystal meth and pcp.
You my people are displaced...
Struggling and scratching to get by on unequal salaries and unfair trade practices as you pay more for your house, your car and your education in a land where they claim democracy, tolerance and humility.
Where if you see the conspiracy its called militancy and hate unless its committed by the teaparty.
If that ain't displaced I had my momma.
Oh say can you see the disparities?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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