{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.
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
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