{WOULD YOU LOVE ME MORE AS NIGGA?}

{WOULD YOU LOVE ME MORE AS NIGGA?}
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/ooRbO3IVtNc

Would I be better off if I held a simplistic view of you?
Threw away the complexity and laid you out flayed for the world to see...
You once naked were my helpmate as I hunted for meat to eat... Naked.
Would it behoove you if I were to quit calling you empress and queen... Beat you down with my fists and my mind?
Took off my rose colored glasses and saw you as mass media wants me too, a dirty low down bitch... A welfare maiden living a lie in a caucasion governments vicious scheme.
What if I became the nigga that you call me on a mobile phone screen?
The end result of the nightmare integration as played large on a theater screen.
Tickled out of a newscasters typewriter keys.
I breaking windows to steal a car rim... To snatch a flat screen T.V.
My value defined by the sneakers that adorn my feet.
My ass hanging out or wrapped in skinny jeans.
Would you still love me if I ran out and burned my own neighborhood while leaving massa's alone?
My fear of him so complete that he only has to turn on a siren to send me scurrying.
I bragging about the destruction I have wrought... A rapping slave dancing cross the stage bound by my gold chains.
By my hatred of we.
Would I could do these things but I bound by loyalty have a duty.
I was born to speak of your beauty, to speak on your curves and glorify them to the lost roaming in the desert deprivation...
You the mirage shimmering in the distance suddenly becoming solidity.
I the wanderer, you the oasis, I born to see you completely.
I spread my voluminous wings.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{BORN IN HELL WE ARISE}

{BORN IN HELL WE ARISE}
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/fnzTv3Ox-3A

The burning fire descends like napalm... A blistering mist that incinerates the forest of all these lies, leaving them exposed...
The living are left to wonder what they could have done... The madness goes on cloaked in the guise democracy.
Slaves patriotically saluting the dragon that spit the chemical that burns all the way to the bone.
Deforms the seed.
The children born as a result of this are born poisoned and diseased... Weak while seeming strong.
Taught in school that this country is best as long as they remain rooted in the burnt out neighborhoods and high rise tenements...
The dead end jobs that give them a half retirement.
Teaching that its best to kill your brother than the true enemy who hands things out religiously... A paycheck that keeps a man wallowing in poverty.
Keeps his woman at his throat... Nothing but the result of these mental chains that have never been broken.
He a statistic deadbeat as the system beats him down and throws him in a cell... He let out to work for free while his children roam in the streets.
While his queen seeking love spreads her legs time and time again.
So many that know her secrets.
We the ashes drifting in the wind...  Black soot that covers our souls.
Fertilizer that should feed the next generation lost as we thrive comedy... As we thrive horrifically disfigured... robbed of our rich heritage...
It locked away in Fort Knox, the Vatican and The Bastille.
The beast smiling while baring his teeth, the foul stench of our ancestors death on his pretty incisors.
The bars and the stripes that represents our internment in the 7th level of hell where the fires burn hottest... right next to Shaitan.
Beings created of flames that greeted mans birth shall witness the fire as it descends.
This is revelation spoken in griot tones... Falling from the sky.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY