(OF WE AND THEE)
THE MUSIC...
DREAMS - SAD PIANO OLD SCHOOL HIP HOP INSTRUMENTAL: http://youtu.be/9Cn_I-bx9rI
From your womb precedeth life...
These beings born from thy womb.
Such potential so wasted in pursuing vanity.
This things promised them by man.
It all alludeth back to thee.
Formed of the most remarkable beautifullest things.
The blackest of carbon occurring in various degrees melanic.
Thou hast borne kings on thy back.
Raised generations of queens who bore warriors and men of great invention.
Thy teaching them to dream.
These times findeth thou struggling against the system, against thy man, against thine children.
Woe unto those of us who would not know of their true history.
Who would rather be the material bought and sold on the mark of the beast.
My queen time has passed thee and I by as we stagnant have become the punchline in the proverbial joke.
I looking to you for my comfort and support standing crippled in the raging storm.
Our sons having been made to hate me struggling and deadbeat.
Made to hate being men they have become sodomite, dancing like women in the church aisles... In the clubs... When they hear a car pass by bumping the beatdown.
Ignorant rap songs.
The parody R&B.
We who could be a nation divided by the wall I am not African and false visions of fitting in...
Thinking that we are the problem when we clearly are the solution.
If only thou couldest remember that all this human life began and will end because thee queen prototypical stood by your king.
We who were once symbiotic have grown apart.
Thee my queen still produceth life.
We borne in thy womb.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
