(WE BUILT SYMBIOTIC)
THE SOUND...
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When I ain't got nothin left to hold on to I pull you from the deepest part of my cosmos.
Wrap my arms round your image and meditate we...
I feel no hate or animosity cause this journey ain't always been pretty.
Not for you and not for I.
You have saved me from utter insanity and time spent prisoner in the belly of the beast.
I carrying you in the teeny tiniest particles of the warrior me.
Ready to go to the river time in your honor standing Shaka at the bow of the psychic ship.
I meeting the angel death would reminise you.
Sit him down and tell him of my love for thee my born queen.
Burn a blunt and talk of the horror of us divided.
The angel death and I as he ushers me to my place flow.
I energy that feeds a future seed.
I having held you will add my memories of you to interdimensions where we were never taken from Africa.
Guns were never invented.
The Europeans are a peaceful people.
Where you bare breasted breathe the morning air knowing that you slept next to a king.
I trying to take the weight of your pain.
So long since I have known your touch.
I standing at the door meditation open it to your divine light flooding the room.
I reach out.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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