{THE TALE OF THE LOST MADONNA AND THE NEW NIGGAS}
THE SOUND...
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We having lost our base find ourselves in these modern times trying to rebuild...
We having forgotten that together we can overcome any obstacle as the black women say they don't need the black man...
The black man saying he does not need the black woman and our children suffer, our diaspora suffers the devastating effects.
So sad that so many of us having fallen victim to miseducation, tricknowledge and church endorsed homosexuality have forgotten these things.
That without you there is no me, without me there is no you and we begin the gradual descent into non-being.
Falsely believing the lie that we originated in slavery and teaching it to the babies from birth...
teaching them that's all their worth.
That our black skin is a mark of shame. that its a curse as we lead them to the hair store and the plastic surgeon.
As we falsely believe that we could be the children of Ham as preached from the white and black Christian pulpit...
We will die of false research and ignorance.
Once you were my Madonna and I found comfort in your embrace,
Once you were my base and I yours, upon it we built great cities, great civilizations.
Now it seems that our lives have taken separate paths that all lead to ruin.
So many of us having been birthed from the holds of slaveships, from the rape of black queens, from the tel-lie-vision.
The pyramids crumbling in air tainted by pollution, we crumbling to dust in air tainted by false rhetoric.
Our base once square has lost it definition.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
