{MORE FOR ME}

{MORE FOR ME} DEDICATED TO THE PHATNESS
TO HOT FOR THOSE HATERS

IF YOU MISS THE MUSIC YOU MISS THE WHOLE POINT

http://youtu.be/HCZZS1qbGB8

To think that they would pass you by because of your thickness... 

That fucks my essentials up...

That they would miss your juicy because of distorted notions of you perpetrated in magazines and on the stupid tube.

The lines etched into your skin by time hint at who the what we are.

I touch them, lick them and long to hear your sighs.

Phenomenal art thou...

I poised to fall as leaf upon you...

I standing as tree longing to enter you...

I existing as cum want to spray upon you...

To beat into the deepest level of your pinknicity...

Fall all the way to the back...

Paint graffiti on you walls...

Mark my territory...

So hard to remain civilised when you stroke me primally...

When you drop heavy beneath your butt cheeks...

When you turn around on hands and knees and present it to me...

It hanging plump and sweet.

When you throw your legs all the way back and I fell your womb call to me...

My head straining against its skin...

Purple and engorged...

Veins along my dick twisting like roots...

Only a fool would pass all this up.

The phat and creamy of you in dark chocolate, In mocha tones, With hint of vanilla.

Well...

That just leaves more for me...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FEED ME)

(FEED ME) THE WORD WAS EDACITY AND IT WAS SUGGESTED BY Chelle Belle
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... IT'S LIKE WHOA!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhlxxVzF508&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

Today we will address this hunger... This overwhelming need I have to taste of you.
To lick at your squishy liquid core.
I in my voraciousness devouring you mercilessly.
I must eat of thee.
A glancing dart of my tongue on your exposed clitoris.
The smell of your sex so driving in my pheromonals.
It pounding at my animalistic... Come forth... Cum forth.
The beast butt naked and exposed seeks your orgasmic threshold.
Lapping away at your glistening nectar.
Drunk on your tasty elixir as you squirm and moan.
Eliciting sweat upon thy brow.
I partake of thee.
I rooted in my edacity.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ I NAT TURNER SAW A RED SKY }

{ I NAT TURNER SAW A RED SKY }
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/zsC2bHWmsJM

I try to get you to overstand the magnitude of my words...
The pressure... The gravity.
I will die for these things that I love...
My family... My ancestory,  the future generations of my seed...
I already on the battlefield will turn to fire... To pain and agony.
I born warrior of Allah will fight mentally and physically to slay the beast...
He who has become the keeper of the machine... It pumping out lies and psychic disease.
He keeping it oiled and pristine.
I will die for these things if it means that one of my progeny will stand a chance in a later time.
If he retains one shred of what I his great, great, great grandfather said.
My tombstone covered in weeds and debris.
My words in a library where he sits among the shelves breathing of my breath. 
Speaking my words on the road to standing erect.
Third eye vision as compared to tell-lie-vision... 
I try to get you yo overstand that I don't just write these words for me...
I write them for the gangbanger, the pimp, the pusher and the hoe.
The exploited and the besieged living in a concrete jungle where the predator comes to play.
Where he gleams his slaves from... some working in the big house as big house niggas and others as the unseen.
Gotta give em alcohol and drugs or they would see the awful truth... Pour one out on the ground for that as the blue and white cruises by.
Crackers driving whips.
I try to get you to overstand the fact that to me riot is just a state of mind.
I will die for mine.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY