{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