[NAKED AND RAW]
THE SOUND LOOPED AND SKINT BACK...
http://youtu.be/_NSTDuEJPlc

And the Massive weight of all these things presses down pon my soul..
What I'm gonna tell the babies?
And I don't wanna go to sleep... I don't wanna wake up...
Open up my eyes and see this shit again.
People walking round trying to look like they see... Such a false reality as they hold to the little precious scraps they have acquired...
All shall return to the dust from whence it came and I be...
I be trying to drop the preponderance of the situation as it stands... The awful insanity of living the dream.
 My jawbone hurts from the words that I speak... My tongue... My tongue, it is dry.
A sip of the aqua and I, I pause mid sentence and sigh.
Would that they listen before I am skin and bones... Before the worms eat me up.
Close my eyes for the last time cause I'm bout tired as fuck.
Is it wrong to ask for peace in a world of hate, envy and jealousy... A world where children go hungry everyday and the billionaires live it up...
A world where those put in place to protect couldn't give a flying fuck bout you statistically...
The politician, the police, the preacher and the judge...
Living it up while all you got is a job, some rent, a light bill and some name brand clothes.
And I don't want to wake up... I don't want to wake up...
I don't want to go to sleep...
I don't want to see these things.
I'm tired as fuck.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TEARS OF THE BEAST] A LOVE NOTE
THE SOUND, POUNDING, POUNDING...
http://youtu.be/YRX5m_7HBtI

One of the hardest things I try to explain to you is how I really feel.
I mean the depth of my emotions... The magnitude.
Sex to me is a post-lude yet at the same time its a prelude.
See, its so very hard for me to separate the beast from the intellect...
The primal from the modern.
The butt naked nasty from the gotta be seen in public see?
I tend to find all of it so confusing cause if I want you I am going to woo you.
Talk to you and try to show you the all of me.
The beauty of all I see.
Pick flowers wild and arrange them in the most beautiful patterns for you...
Feed you chocolate and seafood.
The things that I the beast find enthralling as I watch you enjoy the taste, the smell and the texture.
As you take my mind on a journey of the most epic proportions.
The jut of your nipples as they press against the fabric...
The phatness of your pussy print...
The sway of your ass as I swept along walk behind you...
I the beast wanting you to overstand that to me its not all about the pussy nor the nut...
That its all about the build up... The dance.
The softness and the hardness.
The whole 360.
I wanting you to know that when I look at you I see us old and grey still holding hands and kissing.
That there is nothing that will rip us apart as long as you realize these things, no matter what your friends say.
No matter what the world throws in our way.
Here I am beast...
Trying to say these things to you in a way you can comprehend...
I feel so...
Misunderstood.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{IN THE HIGHER HEIGHTS}
THE EMOTIONAL LEVEL WE FIND OURSELVES ON AS WE INTERDIMENSIONAL LISTEN TO THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/YiNvdtYr3eo

If I took you to the outer dimensions of my mind could you or would you survive?
Would you roam lost in the antimatter... The dark matter that is echoed in my skin... in my heart.. In my syncopated words.
The rhythm of me as I resonate higher frequency.
Would you or could you overstand the mechanics of survival on foreign soil where my stolen ancestors are still vilified for being hung, raped and mentally tortured.
The mathematics of such a horrendous scheme as another black body falls felled by the gun of the police...
A driveby... A robbery.
The sum of the equation.
Suspended animation as we repeat the same tale over and over again... Looped and spliced and played out on big screens as reality T.V.
Babies crying in dissatisfaction on the soundtrack as life speeds by the sleepers eyes.
He frozen in carbonite waiting, waiting for better days that will never come if he does not awake.
His prison virtual is the only existence he knows as the planets and the asteroids spin... As his ship drifts in subspace...
Beyond the timelines and constrictions of his teachings... his learning's.
A mother looking at a picture of her baby who died so young... He killed by the demon inaction and systematically induced crime.
The savage and brutal tale of the have and the have not's.
The laugh track at the irony is cued... The audience sighs.
There is no day in the depths of my space... there is no night.
I drift interdimensional...
My sight... My sight.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

DELICATE TENDER BEASTS MEET ON THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE AND LUST

[DELICATE AND TENDER BEASTS MEET ON THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE AND LUST]
THE SOUND AS THE BEASTS BEATDOWN...
http://youtu.be/5_V4ZgkP8DE

In she came, an apparation lingering in the beasts peripherals...
The beast pacing stopped and sniffed at the air and smelled of her...
Such a whiff of such an exotic fragrance.
The beast in eloquent roars and utterances begged of her to come nearer... He listened to her as she dropped her wisdom.
It sating the beasts synapses and he lay back and rode the vibe... her voice.
They on such a level playing field... He in his lair and she within.
The beast in his longing wanting to stroke of her... To excite her insides as she excited his... Oh the beast wanted this so.
Yet this woman so intelligent made him want to hear her song... It sung in alto tones so decent and smooth.
The beast and the woman conversing walked across a diaspora of things War, sex and peace...
The beast asked of her to show a little bit and she did... And the conversation it continued for the beast did not want to lose her, Mmmmmm... And he savored her, asking to see a bit more and she in her wanting showed him.
It was then that The beast saw her beast... Pulling at it, rubbing it he brought the she beast from her recesses and she began to purrrrr...
Her so wet and thick and making the beast grow heavy in his loins... He swinging low and thick.
They on such a level playing field... Two beasts unleashed.
She begging him to fill her... He driving into her fell and they danced such a primal dance that reality seemed to fall away into the dark.
A lily in the field and the bee alighteth... The sound of his wings as thumping thunder... His footsteps the Thump, Thump, Thump...
She begging of he to spill his seed, to fertilize her as he drives into her womb.
Her petals wrapped around his rigidness...
He panting and licking... Squeezing and prodding... Spanking and Roaring savagely.
They talking so dirty and filling the air with sound.
The beast and the she beast finding relief in these times where there is so much turmoil... They Warrior and Queen.
They on such a level playing field and finding comfort in each others naked lust.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.

{MY SOUL BLEEDING SCREAMS FOR A QUEEN}
THE SOUND IN STEREOPHONIC 3D
http://youtu.be/WRPLKxKDBf0

I have written to you so many times that I should be out of words, yer that is not the case as ink flows from the deepest wells of my soul...
Stains these pages in tomes designed to uplift you from the depths of unknowing as we linger in these modern times waiting for our futures to become manifest.
I looking upon your form am reminded of all the men who have stood by and watched you become the concubine, the raiser of our oppressors babies, the left alone as whole families were birthed from your womb.
I write so that you may know my pain at knowing these things, so that you may know that I love you so, so that you may know I won't let go.
These letters the blood of my being as I beg of you to hear me, to look me in my eyes and see the anguish of not having one such as you by my side.
As you continue to choose men mislead to believe that you are a possession, a bitch, a whore, anything but the queen.
I trying to put you into perspective as I looking into the telescope peer across your universe and fathom your cosmos.
I a Lion know that I am king but I Lion roam alone in this my kingdom as your scent crosses my nose, such an old thing as it wafts by.
Its been so long.
I seeking to write you the most beautiful piece of prose ever written, so sweet that it bringing you to tears baptizes you, sanctifies you and gives you the keys to the gates of a future heaven.
That's how much I love you the mother of all hue-man life on this planet 3 removed from the sun that we orbit around, the carbon and water mixed and placed in the kiln of thy womb... Extracted as a living breathing person.
I tracing your stretch marks in my memory try to remember the path that the map told me to follow.
Its been so damn long.
I trying to explain myself as the ink continues to pour unabated from the blackest depths of my souls cosmos.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{FIRE AND BRIMSTONE RAINING FROM MENTAL SKIES} TOPIC SUBMITTED BY SARAH B TONIN
THE SOUND OF BLACK ANGEL LIGHT DESCENDING FROM HEAVEN...
http://youtu.be/5hZ84aSZpWk

For almost 5 hundred years black people have been the victim of an uncaring system...
Taught to blame themselves for being slaves, being placed on the bottom rung, being excluded from basic hue-man rights.
Woe unto the ones who lost in Babylon have forgotten the fact that they were once the right hand of a black God.
That they themselves are sons and daughters of God.
They afraid to acknowledge that fact have become the worlds villified  and defiled race.
They who would believe anything are told that they are the problem...
That white is right and black is a crime... It so evil.
They led to believe that things have changed watch their children murdered in the streets by guns produced and sold by the white man.
Watch their children try new drugs produced and manufactured by the white man.
How many black men do you know that bring drugs into the country by boat, train or plane?
They crying in the cemeteries lay their children to rest and denounce saggy jeans, thug mentalities and black on black crime.
They do everything to avoid denouncing the real problem... to confront it head on.
The young black mother holding her now fatherless child falls to the ground as the white media finds a way to twist the story.
Make the innocent black man the beast.
He innocent because he is the true victim.
Victim of the great white lie... That the riches they stole are not owed back to us.
That education is equal... That mass media gives a damn about them while producing shows that show us in a negative light.
A false reality cause you ain't rich like them new niggas.
They spending hard earned dollars trying to be like them all the while not realizing the cold hard fact...
That all you are is just another nigga.
That this is Babylon...
That we must become the fire and brimstone raining from the skies of our minds...
Then and only then will God lead us from clouds of smoke and fire...
Back to the promised land from whence we came.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TITILLATION]

[TITILLATION]
THE SOUND PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND...
http://youtu.be/yh0rGbd5vsg

Here alone in my four cornered room I find myself wanting to lick of you.
To suck passion marks on your heart and thighs.
Make your pussylips swollen and your clit grow hard.
Take you to erotic heights where all that exists is the moans the sighs and the sweat of our passion...
The smell of sex as you wet gyrate on my tongue.
I licking my way into the corners of your mind where your sanity resides...
Take it and stroke it tenderly as I take it to the limits of all your reasoning...
To the door of insanity as I kiss it and lay it down...
Push your legs as far back as they can possibly go and hum a slow song...
Taste of thy cum as it wets your walls and spills forth , onto my lips, onto the hairs of my beard.
Your cries the basis for my being... Your juice so sweet flowing from your liquid depths.
Your nipples the dark berry dangling from life's tree as I pluck them ripe and nibble...
Fill myself on the flesh.
Trace a line down your stomach and flick a soft beat on your pussylips... pull them apart and stick my finger in...
Find your g spot and massage...
I need to see you squirt... It gives me strength... It gives me energy...
I a sexual vampire.
I who have lived so long because of your elixir.
I sitting here alone in the dark wanting you as so many queens alone sit in their four cornered rooms, wishing for a man.
I want you...
I need you...
I must have you...
Can I?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE TALE OF THE LOST MADONNA AND THE NEW NIGGAS}

{THE TALE OF THE LOST MADONNA AND THE NEW NIGGAS}
THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/6J-vzhr1vzc

We having lost our base find ourselves in these modern times trying to rebuild...
We having forgotten that together we can overcome any obstacle as the black women say they don't need the black man...
The black man saying he does not need the black woman and our children suffer, our diaspora suffers the devastating effects.
So sad that so many of us having fallen victim to miseducation, tricknowledge and church endorsed homosexuality have forgotten these things.
That without you there is no me, without me there is no you and we begin the gradual descent into non-being.
Falsely believing the lie that we originated in slavery and teaching it to the babies from birth...
teaching them that's all their worth.
That our black skin is a mark of shame. that its a curse as we lead them to the hair store and the plastic surgeon.
As we falsely believe that we could be the children of Ham as preached from the white and black Christian pulpit...
We will die of false research and ignorance.
Once you were my Madonna and I found comfort in your embrace,
Once you were my base and I yours, upon it we built great cities, great civilizations.
Now it seems that our lives have taken separate paths that all lead to ruin.
So many of us having been birthed from the holds of slaveships, from the rape of black queens, from the tel-lie-vision.
The pyramids crumbling in air tainted by pollution, we crumbling to dust in air tainted by false rhetoric.
Our base once square has lost it definition.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE SCRIPT KILLA} FREEFORM COMBINATION FROM THE LION DOJO COMPOSED OF MANY STYLES
THE SOUND OF THE ETHEREAL BEING HE ERUPTING FROM REPOSE...
http://youtu.be/sekVJO0bl6E

This is that skrilla... that real deala that blasts from the mind.
This is that pure fyah which will burn through your soul and leave ashes which spawn new growth.This that y'all motherfuckers ain't ready for me that flows from my chest free.
Wayyyyy out there as I wave my hand and stars glittering fill the darkness of your mental skies.
A sigh as you wipe your eyes and breath the vapors... Somma dat straight gas rolled in a green sweet white owl... Loud and obscene.
This that
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And that speed up.
This that skrilla guerilla script flip.
This that.

PARTICULATION 
Dust in the light floats
Such a panoramic prism
Gold reflections glint

From where I'm from a prison with no walls in the city Tallahassee called Springfield Arms but better known by its street name Joe Louis Street Projects...
From where I'm from we live hard... From the babies to the old people.
Been to many other places and done shit you might know bout, some shit you don't... some shit just plain made up as they tried to lock me away for three life sentences.
I stayed hard even in the toughest times, even when they tried to kill me by any means available.
From where I'm from people still dream... Dream of being free from the stigma attached to an address, 4 little numbers with so much meaning stamped in the back of an escapees brain... 1700 still remains. Bricks, blocks, wood and concrete...
I looking from a hill stand square as I remember seeing a man die, seeing a woman cry, seeing the children in the window as a man took their mom doggystyle.
Prisons dont always have walls.

LIONS BREAK FREE
A lion does not surround himself with tigers or dragons...
A lion surrounds himself with lioness's.
It is in this manner that lions remain lions.

I man who erupted onto the scene born of the need...
The need to survive as we subjected to the mentality genocide became the joke.
Laughed at on T.V. in full view as the men dress as ladies and the women act like bitches.
As some walk down city streets with their pants dropped to their knees... How you a soldier if you holdin up yo pants when you fight?
The brutal reality will stomp you down... Bury you beneath this foreign ground which absorbs our blood and sweat.
We got to be still around for a purpose as so many wait for divine intervention... The hand of God to smite our oppressors down as they spit vile stew from the pulpit and the pew... From the podium in the courtroom.
And what would you be? A painted ho or a bitch ass nigga serving life in the penitentiary... A king or a slave.
I spit hot lava flows as a result of my eruption.
I form new lands in the middle of savage seas where once we traveled in the belly of the beast.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MAN STANDING ON LOVES FLOOR}
THE SOUND OF MAN SPEAKING UNTO LOVE...
http://youtu.be/mh094YhoCyE

And of Love I would ask, Wherefore art thou?
What cloud dost thou lie behind, I roaming the desert alone?
Love as thou inhabit the skies, the water, the dirt.
Love as thou dwell deep in my Lion heart.
I and love standing on the floor as adversaries, as old friends, as inspiration.
Love dost thou hold a tear for all my pain, would I implore as the winds of change whip around us.
As it whips the threads we wear.
A hat to shield us from the driving dust that the air circulates.
The blazing light of all this weight as it blasts onto our retina's.
Love in his manifestation as clear as the calm day.
Clarity in the midst of chaos cause Love don't change.
Love remains the same.
A remainder of all these things that have transpired over a millenia.
The harbinger of our deepest secrets.
I man would speakest these things to the being love as we stand at the foot of long shadows waiting for things to change.
My hand would I reach toward Love seeking to touch its solid core... to attain some of its peace in the midst of all this turmoil.
Love the cause and the cure.
Love the only way.
Love thou art the most beautiful conundrum.
The answer and the question.
One and the same.
I shouting these things while whispering unto Love.
The sun setting pon the desert floor as I and Love converse.
Bitter enemies and best friends.
Love would I implore...
Dost thou hear my roar?
These things wouldest I man Speak unto Love as day becomes night.

{PRESSURE DROP}
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES PURE PRESSURE
http://youtu.be/fLzWwme1UUg

Speak to we across the void...
The void of being ripped from our mothers womb and transplanted as sub-hue-mans...
Speak to we of the things we have lost, our hue-manity ripped to savage shreds and ground as dust into the very ground.
A lion roaring into the blackness of all that we are begging of these things... He begs these things.
He alluding to the blood of I brethren which calls from the dirt.
Make them pay for what they have done, a child awakening to a new dawn.
The fear of speaking these things as we traverse these barbaric lands... Rich and po got two different doors.
Gave we white religion to set themselves free, gave we a western education to eradicate we.
Speak to me of the power which flows in we veins , of the the potential in our mitochondrial dna, the melanin in we skin.
The spirals in we hair that contains spirals alluding to the cosmos.
Talk of the ones who have died at the hands of we brethren, the guns, ropes and choke holds of police in Ferguson, New York, and Tallahassee.
The ones who just plain got tired and finally laid down.
In mind and body... Just plain ass tired.
Speak to we in stereo so that the bass thumps and the treble tweets into we soul music so sweet as we dance around the tribal fire.
Warriors and Queens, little bitty babies and the elders.
Reflections in we eyes.
Tell us of stretch marks on a mothers belly as she bore children who would never be her own... The devastating reality of the system.
The eviscerating beatdown.
How we can rise.
We beg of thee to speak of these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

The following verses are from the bible...
The book of Deuteronomy...
 32 Your sons and daughters will be given to another nation, and you will wear out your eyes watching for them day after day, powerless to lift a hand.

It goes on to say...
49 The LORD will bring a nation against you from far away, from the ends of the earth, like an eagle swooping down, a nation whose language you will not understand, 50 a fierce-looking nation without respect for the old or pity for the young. 51 They will devour the young of your livestock and the crops of your land until you are destroyed. They will leave you no grain, new wine or oil, nor any calves of your herds or lambs of your flocks until you are ruined. 52

And in closing...

 64 Then the LORD will scatter you among all nations, from one end of the earth to the other. There you will worship other gods--gods of wood and stone, which neither you nor your fathers have known. 65 Among those nations you will find no repose, no resting place for the sole of your foot. There the LORD will give you an anxious mind, eyes weary with longing, and a despairing heart. 66 You will live in constant suspense, filled with dread both night and day, never sure of your life. 67 In the morning you will say, "If only it were evening!" and in the evening, "If only it were morning!"--because of the terror that will fill your hearts and the sights that your eyes will see. 68 The LORD will send you back in ships to Egypt on a journey I said you should never make again. There you will offer yourselves for sale to your enemies as male and female slaves, but no one will buy you.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!!!
THE MUSIC OF A MOST SMITTEN MAN...
http://youtu.be/NxP2OZkxGGg

Damnnnn!!!
Woman you make me wet...
A teardrop in your honor that drips from my phallic eye.
For you I would Guerilla Jack a whole army, crush it like so many fleas.
You my dear and that fabulous ass have smitten me and I swayed find myself dizzy.
For you would I sing a song in the most beautiful falsetto,scribe the worlds most lovely poem.
It so magnificent that a scholar reading it in the year 5017 would find his breath catching in his throat.
Pure astonishment at my level of commitment.
You the cause of so many wars and such desolation all because of two four letter words... Love and lust.
You and your remarkable ability to make me see beyond the parameters of this paltry existence.... Past , present and future merge as that ass sashay's past and I am swept along floating on the bounce.
Wanting to drink of your fount.
My phallic eye I would wipe on your thigh... use to explore thine depths, plunder your booty.
As I said before... Throw you down and Guerilla Jack that thang... Stand and let my hard thang swang.
Kiss your neck and whisper of my intentions... a savage beat on the drums of your inner ear.
Bring all your senses into play as I place my hand between your spread legs... touch of your moistness.
Rub my fingers together to test the viscosity.
Sniff it to test it purity.
I having fallen victim to the illustriousness of your vision.
Damnnnn!!! 

{NAKED} THE STORY RETOLD
THE SOUND AS WE BORN STAND NAKED AND LOOK INTO EACH OTHERS EYES...

 http://youtu.be/J0QQJfPi3ps

He awoke in the garden and she was looking at him...
Her eyes were like the sun, flecks of gold in the brown and he drawn in found it hard to breathe.
He stood naked from the earthen floor and she stood naked too.
Such a sight she was and he praised Allah.
Transfixed was he by her curves they seeming to explain so much...
The stars, the constellations and the 360...
He spoke to her and she overstood, spoke back and the words fell as music upon his eardrums.
Fire dancing across his synapses.
He stood naked and showed her the land, the animals and showed her water where she looked at the surface and saw her face.
The minnows beneath the skin as they flitted away.
 Her scent as fresh as the morning breeze wafted across his nose and he reached out to her, felt her softness as it molded against his skin...
She fitting him and he knew...
He would stand with her forever for they lived so long before the original sin...
A day, a millennium, ad infinitum.
 So strong were they together.
Nothing could stand in their way and they named the plants and the animals...
Found comfort in each others arms as the sun fell and the moon rose.
This was when it was all so simple... There was only Allah and man...
No religion, no war, no death of hue-mankind
This was before maybelline and perms, pedicures and contact lenses,,,
This was before he held a gun and killed his own kind...
They naked had everything...
He looked into her eyes as he stood naked and the story began.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{BLACK ASPHALT}
THE SOUND OF THE BLACK ASPHALT TRAVELER...
http://youtu.be/zldS3wg2HHk

These streets is hard...
A bitch betta recognize...
Get hard like these dummies I throw...
Be a diamond bat...
These streets will take a child, warp his mentality, make him his own worst enemy.
Crooked ass police and the Judge drops decrees of a very life...
A bitch betta recognize...
These streets will swallow you whole, chew you up and regurgitate you to their young...
Food for a future monopoly...
These streets will steal yo babies and have em trickin for molly...
Legs all spread at the trap house...
Young as hell and all the fucking way out there...
Gookin and shit...
These streets will kill yo dreams...
Shoot them bitches down with a 45...
Blood splattered on the corner store wall...
These streets will make yo ass, take yo ass if you are so inclined, spread yo ass as ashes after you die....
Dust in the fucking wind...
These streets can educate you if take the time... Sit back and watch how these streets run...
A little system created by a larger one...
Bring peace but carry a gun...
these streets don't give a fuck bout who yo mama nem is... who yo boys and nem...
Betta have a sharp ass mind...
These streets be treacherous...
Pay attention to these words.
These streets will fuck you up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE SAD REALITY OF THE BEING ME AND THESE THINGS I SEE}
THE SOUND LAID OUT... YOU REALLY NEED TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/lYLx78DG0vQ


And I broke down and cried...
I cried for all the fucked up shit that I have done.
For the time I missed away from my babies cause I didn't want them to see the pain in my soul.
It now seems so selfish in retrospect.
I cried for my son who died in his sleep, last time I touched him he was so cold.
For the ones forgotten as we integrated and found false freedom which we would defend with our lives.
Pledging allegiance to a red, white and blue rag which has flown over every tragedy committed against our kind.
I cried and the tears hot ran down my wrinkles as I felt my soul torn from its foundations,
I thinking of preachers and teachers, priests and Rabbies spitting false rhetoric to the masses who just need something to believe in.
They giving money to God when children next door are starving, when pregnant mothers got to walk to church.
When there still exists ghetto.
I cried and my skies cloudy fell as rain on a parched desert floor, soaked in and caused flowers fragrant to grow.

They in turn gave pollen to the bees which made honey sweet for the masses to eat, manna from the heights of my being if only one would listen to my heartwrenching sobs.

The wail emanating from my very core.

Such a heavy weight knowing is when you walk among the deaf, dumb and docile... So many signs and cornerstones... Only one level and square.

Sadly the lion walks alone even though other lions inhabit the jungles of Babylon...

Sad is the reality of the consumer... Dirty Diva's and Young Thugs.

I feel to my knees and cried.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF FEELING YOU}
THE SOUND...SO FUNKY YO ASS BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/8-tGMYALKpo

She causeth I to salivate salaciously.
Oh my, I say exclamatoriously...
Out here where I can invent words and be the poet I was meant to be.
She is the black queen that drives my kingly and I in her honor and for her honor would crush a Billion regimes, fight a trillion raging beasts, bring tricknowledge to its bended knees and put a bullet in its head.
I be that dedicated to who you are.
What you represent.
Some of that primitive drum drop, see?
I thumps these keys and bumps these keys trying to get the people to dance round the freedom fire burning in mine blackened soul.
Your skin containing the nectar I, nay we need to survive.
The potion to cure the curse.
The elixer that would causeth I, nay we,  to be God and Earth.
Sun and moon.
The uni-vers- all.
My mind drools in pools of loving you to much to let go of that dream.
That all consuming thought that in space would be the anti-matter holding matter in place, in Asian philosophy the Yin and Yang.
Ancient times Isis and Osirus.
I slobbing at the thought of what we the prototypical could be, see?
Whew weee and you all brown, black and pecan tan have the become the land that accepts the caresses of my blackest seas.
For you I would funk a revolution...
Jimi Hendrix this shit...
Marvin Gaye smooth this shit...
Afrika Bambatta bump bang boogie this shit.
Black woman you make me have to use this paper as a towel to soak up the ink I'm slobbering in your honor.
All I ask is that you see...
See?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{CLARIFICATION}

{CLARIFICATION} 
THE SOUND OF CLARITY... THE BEAT...
http://youtu.be/0FZU-u23cnQ

There is no need to wonder from whence I come.
I come from the utter despair of a people who think that they originated in the belly of the beast that traveled the Atlantic seas.
I come from niggas who hung from oak trees and mammies who took care of little white babies who in turn grew up to commit other tragedies.
I come from a system that even today is a double standard and a people who forget until it happens again.
I come from the all of it and am the voice that is tired of it all.
I am the black man, the original man and the antitypical man.
I am the hue-man.
Hear my roar as it echoes across the cosmos and careens off of other planets eventually becoming the cosmic wind of change.
The force of I as I impact and become the one celled floating in a puddle of water.
The guerilla warrior fighting to free mentalities.
I come from some of that Tyler Perry and Spike lee nonsense, some of that Opra, Good Times praying to a white Jesus in a white mans ghetto created to keep niggas begging him on their knees to free em from the him that shot the young brother Micheal Brown down in cold blood.
From the black jurors who let a murderer go.
I am the woe and desperation, I am the mother who jumped off the slaveship and was eaten by sharks.
The boy who watched his father go to prison for trying to put food on the table in a system of unequal.
I am his seed as it pours hot and thick into a womb, fertilizing an egg and born covered in blood into a hard ass world.
There is no need to wonder from whence I come.
I just told yo ass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WETTA)
THE FLUID SOUND...

I seek to make you wetta than you have ever been.
Sweat, pussy juice and tears of unbridled joy.
I seek to release the inner you that no one sees as you walk around looking all prim and proper.
The one that screams my name as your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl.
The one that scratches the skin of my back leaving a savage tattoo.
A moment as I dig my fingers into your scalp and pull you hard onto my dick.
As I stretch the walls and pound at the back of your womb.
As I bury my face in your neck and sniff of your scent.
A moment as I feel you release on my dick and it flows down over my balls and dribbles to the sheets.
I still such a big booty loving, pussy licking beast.
I still the king of the jungle.
I suspended in the drops that listen on your quivering skin and drunk on your sound.
The slap slap as we beat the ancient beat.
As you grip me with your fingers, as you grip me with the petals of your lotus.
The lily that floats on serene waters and dances in the ripples elicited by the storms wind.
My mouth finding your nipples sucks and nibbles.
I tasting of your salt, a necessary part of life.
My seed boiling in the depths rages to be freed.
I hold back.
I my dear seek to make you wetta.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT)
THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...
http://youtu.be/xGdSSSmdakk

Man conceived is born of darkness and light, two natures that war constantly.
Upon his entry into the light from the dark he screams his frustration and they the people celebrate.
He who found comfort in the darkness opens his eyes and the light reveals so much.
Sight, smell and sound.
It seems overwhelming, so much to digest.
It is in the light that man learns that darkness has stages and that he man derived from them.
That they exist in he and every other sentient being.
Man sets out to control his duality, the light against the darkness and the war wages unabated in his soul.
It shines through stained glass windows on Sundays and makes him cover his head at night.
The light, the dark that he sees shining in every man.
Man standing on street corner sees these things as the wind flutters the spun thread he wears, as it ripples through the branches of trees and the leaves fall, as man dying re-enters the darkness and the people wail.
Man of darkness, man of light.
Man existing in both worlds looks at the people as the scurry by, as they seek light without overstanding the simplest thing.
That light and darkness are one.
That without the other both could not exist.
That man existing religious cannot touch spirituality for spirituality embraces the whole.
The utter duality.
Man pulls his hat down and shades his eyes in darkness as he confronts the light.
Man overstanding walks in both.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY