(LET ME LOVE YOU)
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/c8945jjwE2s

Let me be your lover... The man who brings you flowers picked by mone own hands.
Makes you deserts... Cakes frosted and surrounded by chocolates.
Washes your back in the shower.
Let me rub your feet as you lay back reclined with them in my lap.
As I listen to your day.
Let me absorb your stress.
Take your pain and make it mine.
Let me be the channel that you turn to when you need to be entertained.
Let me hold your hand and show you the beauty of the cosmos as eye see.
Let me listen as you speak of beauty to me.
As I run the comb through your hair.
As I scratch your scalp and you lay back.
My only desire to rise you above the drudgery of these days alone...
And my mind and body aches with the need... Been so very long... I seeming to have lost the ability to feel.
Been so fucking long.
I sitting here not wanting to die without knowing the touch of a woman pon my body... Pon my mind.
Surely somewhere out there you must exist.
Let me be your lover.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ENTRANCED) INSPIRED BY MAQUEDA JACKSON
THE SOUNDTRACK... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/LkEpIWjiZbo

There she is sitting across from me and I find that she has me hypnotized.
Those eyes, and I let my vision drink of she.
She speaks in that singsong voice that island women have and I want her so.
I know that she likes to play and that falls right into my realm.
I ask her to stand and she does... Fucks my world up cause she reminds me of big cat, graceful, beautiful but deadly.
I the beast want her as prey but she walking towards me paralyzes me her hips and thighs have rendered me me transfixed.
She reminds me of Africa and I inhale the air that swirls in her wake as she reaches out to touch me, as she trails her fingers around my face, touches my ear and traces around my neck.
I breathe in... A sharp intake and I am able to move as she cimpletes her circular route around me and the music playing in the background becomes part of this dance and I reach out and my hands sit on her hips.
I grab her ass and pull her to me as we sway to the beat.
She pushes my hands away and keeps swaying.
She raises one side of her dress and I see that she is wearing panties as she undulates for me.
My hard robbing my mind of blood.
She reaches under her dress and pulls her panties down and lets them fall to the floor red thongs and I bend and pick them up and sniff of the crotch as she bites her bottom lip shyly. My lion comes surging to the forefront and I grab her, pull her to me and run my hand up her dress and touch her pussy.
Its so fucking hot and I sniff my fingers to sniff of her scent again.
She lrans back into me and I grab her throat as she lays her head on my shoulder and we kiss.
She reaches back and loosens my belt and my pants fall to the floor
My dick hard springs from the slit im my boxers and she wraps her hand around it and leans foward a little and places it between her legs and I feel her hot sex as it wet provides viscocity and I don't try to put it in.
I let it rub between her lips and her clit.
I reach into the top of her dress and rip it open, it fall to the floorvand I grab her nipples as the music it continues to play.
She sways and I slide into her as she grinds her ass back into my stomach.
I feel myself slip into her womb.
Her ass cheeks so phat and I spank her ass with my hands.
Her pussy with my dick.
She bends and her hands touch the floor flat.
I standing up in her pussy proceed to beat down and her juicy talks to me.
It squeezes me and I am reminded of the tale of Big Dick and The Snapping Punani.
Got to be careful that does not happen to me as sheblies down on the carpet and spreads for me.
Brown, black and pink fills my vision and I descend upon her.
Fall into her velveteen grasp.
Her pussy speaking in its own toung and I talk back to it.
Oh pussy you are so good to me ...
Oh pussy you make me wanna cum and she says the words that causes my nut to rumble in my balls.
They slapping her taint, her asshole and I bend her back and push my dick in as far as it can go and make it swell at the head.
I try to lock myself in.
Damn baby! Yo pussy is so good!
She screams that she is cumming and her pussy grows inferno.
Her words making me pump harder to meet her on the field of orgasm.
Poppies and Maryjane.
She has become my hallucinigen.
I high on her feel her explode around my dick and I roar as my nut explodes and I pulling from her pussy spray thick and strong across her stomach, her tits and onto her face and in her hair.
Falling across her I whisper into her ear.
Don't you ever leave me.
I am yours forever.
We lay this way for awhile before I grab a towel and wipe her down.
Wipe my dick.
We talk until sleep claims her.
I watch her until I fall asleep.
Her pussy so good that I am spellbound.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE BEAUTY OF THE BOOTY} THE MODEL IN THIS PHOTO IS BRITNEY TIPTON A CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE... THIS PIECE IS A DEDICATION TO ALL THE WOMEN WHO READ MY WORK
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/wsDHOMmXjFY

A new day dawns... Sun breaking out of the darkness... First as the deepest blue and eventually becoming the glaring white.
A new day and I son appreciate the ability to rise.
A bran carrot cake muffin and a cup of Killamanjaro coffee.
A scribe pon mine old soul and I son...
I am still looking for the one.
The booty... The booty walks by an a moment of silence in reflection.
I son a man of Africa born into a new world where I son exist in Amerikkka as a warrior fighting for a lost ideal...
Freedom, and it right in our grasp dies the death of being ignored as a possibility.
It is buried without fanfare in an unmarked grave that is spat upon.
The light of recognition falls in shade spattered blotches on my soul and I find an oak tree to sit under.
Watch dog as she does her thing... We so integral to the whole dynamic of this thing...
And booty... Booty passes by.
A moment of silence.
I son alone see these things.
She plays across my mind like an old song written before my birth, a lovely sonata or perhaps a diversion.
I son bump her in my soul.
She calming the raging emotions, the feeling of emptiness that is the darkest pit of my existence.
The calm black waters where I son sit by my sea...
She breaking down the doors to my cell.
The booty... The booty.
Silence...
It causing waves to form on my seas... A breeze to blow and my ship it comes sailing silently into port and I a Griot embark.
My tale must be told... The tale of my ancestors... The tale of future generations and I son pump her through my headphones as the basis of my life.
The booty... The booty.
I so lost in the magic of this moment where the sun warms the skin of a son and shines its light pon thee my queen.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

I see yo chocolate and I be

( KEEPER OF THE BEAST)
THE SOUND OF COMPLEXITY...
http://youtu.be/GzUe8TYpCUY

I see yo chocolate and I be...
I be fucked up trying to contain the beast cause the beast wants to fuck you up... fuck you down.
The beast wants to throw your legs back and explore your folds.
Suck the juicy right out ya.
And I all fucked up in you try to beg of the beast to not unleash upon you.
He pounding in the preponderous appendage that beats between his legs.
It swelling skin and veins opens its eye to the bounteous sight of your pubic mound and your clit waves a greeting... He responding with tear in eye.
He wanting to see the most secret pf your  places and explore the base of your heart...
Rest on the mountains of your thoughts.
Breathe of thine fresh air.
Make you cum as water flowing down your valley.
The beast speaks to me and I be...
I be fucked up cause you become I see...
I finding that I must have you.
Gotta have you.
Need you to spray as mist on me.
Splattered shattered drops of we.
Brown, black, and oh so prismatically.
I see yo chocolate...
I be.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ FRIED AND SCRAMBLED } A LOVE POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE AFRICAN QUEENS...
THE BEATDOWN FOR THIS ONE... PUREST HEART FYAH...
http://youtu.be/B4VxaSR2uUo


Thy Empress, art the planet that I shine my rays upon..
As I dawn these new days where a black man ain't afraid to speak thine beauty into the ages...
Speaketh highest of thee.
Break the beat pon thine essence.
Make a distant son think of thee as he wakes under another sun...
He a distant relative see?
I who seeith thee as the salve for these wounds of mine...
I would spark lightning pon thine loveliness and bringeth forth thunder that shakes the ground in its rumble...
I scrolling this lyrical symphony would rend asunder preconceived notions of you as a bitch and a hoe.
A neck rolling, head popping parody...
That shit right there.
My rays would warm thine surface and heat thine very core...
Stir your depths into the hypothetical being queen see ?
The thump in the trunk of life that takes I down this highway where people stand by...
Another time and place and I am being...
Swept along.
Some of that hypercality of whichest I speak.
We reigning thermonuclear in our manifestation...
We knowing who we be.
Thee and I of whom I a poet speak as I drop the syllables and screw these verbs...
Chop us up and rebuild us as soliloquy...
Our light...
Our light...
I lovest thou so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE HEAVENS OPENED A MANS SOUL) A STROLL AND A SCROLL
THE SOUND... THIS PIECE WSS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC... MISS IT AND YOU MIGHT MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/qlc651yQ7uM

And a man walks alone through a path under the rooftop of the trees.
Their boughs thin for it is winter.
The man sees the expanse of stars peeking through and it reassures him that he is not alone.
Even though at times it most assuredly seems so.
Man and nature one and he says a silent few words to the one god Allah.
Thanks him for the chance to make this journey.
For allowing him to see, smell and touch these things.
He, man has seen rough times.
He, man has seen miraculous happenings.
Always he is amazed at the highs and the lows of this symphony.
The stormy seas and the mountainous heights.
The utter treachery that so many seem not to see, for Allah and the breeze, Allah and the leaves are one and the same.
Allah and he are the same if only they would see and the trees give way to field where he stands under canopy of the heavens where it all falls away to infinty.
He laughs at the insanity.
He cries for the inhumanity.
He man sees the reality.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I KNOWING THEE AM NEVER ALONE)
THE SOUND OF WE SATIATED AND OF  WE EVENTUALLY RELIEVED...

My thoughts in this time of exile, they keep returning to you.
I so far away but oh so close for my fevered mind cannot conceive a moment without you.
It pulling you naked and bare from that place where my hard arises.
That place where I so want to suckle at your breast.
Where I so want to dine at your V.
I bending to smell of your pheromones and tasting of your seas am transfixed by the fact that a female warrior exists who while soft can be so hard.
I having heard you cry know that it comes from the same frustration that haunts me.
In the dark I try to ease your pain by making you wet, by making you squirt.
A moment as I take you to the fantastic land of fantasy where orgasm exists as the healing.
Where our voices excited are the song pounding at the door and echoing down the hall.
We animalistic as we release our collective beasts.
We fluidly intermingling and spraying our juices onto each others skin.
Where I flow into you and dribble out and run down your taint, I dripping from between your ass cheeks as cum.
You coating me as sticky and sweet.
The most fragrant honey ever produce as I wipe it from the hairs on my belly with my fingers put them to my lips and taste.
You my dear become my salvation
My exile becomes my strength.
I bow in honor to thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE FUNKIEST FUNK OF A MANS HEART}
THE SOUND AS THIS FUNK IS DROPPED...
http://youtu.be/a3c3Y7bGPqo

Cum into my life, I born cry into the nethersphere where surely you must exist.
Been needing you so much lately.
Shit is fucked up alone as I play these black and white keys.
As I drop this funk which is carved from the funkiest funk that sits unformed in my psyche.
It waiting to be transformed into a story or a poem.
It telling our story.
See... I been needing to hold you as the lights grow low and we dissolve into each other.... You in my cellular structure as I feel a shard of your D.N.A...
It piercing the walls of my heart and making me wince from the pain of being so lonesome in a world of so many who do not overstand.
See, its not like I don't have chances but whats the use of wasting my time if she is not the one that makes my pineal gland vibrate.
So many years where we could have been living a fantasy wasted on such things as vanity and living another persons dream.
The motherfucking Johnson's ain't got shit on me.
Bill Gates is just a man to me...
They can be cut.
They can bleed.
I wanting to show you the true beauty of this planet as was meant to be seen before mankind caused mass extinctions and waged unholy wars.
When there was the need and the need was so great that we depended on each other, supported each other and lay in each others arm for warmth and protection against all that came our way.
Back when we were Gods and Goddesses walking beside the almighty.
He telling us of our birth in the stars.
Of clay and the kiln where we carbon and water were intermingled and formed.
We looking into each others eyes and knowing that we were created for each other.
The first time I felt your skin.
The jolt... The tingle.
My need is great, cum into my life.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE MOST SAVAGE CONUNDRUM}
THE SOUND AS I CONTEMPLATE...
http://youtu.be/c8945jjwE2s

The difference my queen is that I would fight for you.
I would rip the blasphemous tongue from the heathens mouth that spoke against you and set it on fire.
Feed it to the vultures and make him or her watch as they hop over and tear it apart... Those vultures
I would fight the enemy in guerilla warfare, I draped in the knowledge of knowing that without you I am just a whisper on a solar wind... Here I am again...

Alone.
A mere fragment of my potential and I sit here reminiscing over what could have been had not you been hurt before...
Paying for what someone else had done to you.
My love for you still so strong that it makes my heart flutter at the mere mention of your name, I who would have died for you and your honor.
I who would fight the armies of the Pharoah and part theoretical seas, I who would stand with you in sickness and health...
Never have I raised my hands against thee queen, never have I stood and called you vile names yet here I am again...
Alone.
I a patron in an art gallery where your image graces the wall and flows in my imagination, larger than life itself.
Light falling on your form.
I perusing you, I needing you yet here I am again...
Alone.
My soul so shattered that I wonder if I will ever stand again, if I have the strength to put into trying to get a woman to see the difference again...
That I am not all men.
That to me you are the most precious gift that Allah gave man after he gave him his breath...
Here I am just a man who would pick you up and carry you across the wasteland.
Here I am...
Alone and so perplexed...
I would fight for you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{FLEXIN} A COMMENTARY ON THE STATE OF THE UNION ADDRESS.

 {FLEXIN} A COMMENTARY ON THE STATE OF THE UNION ADDRESS.
THIS ONE DON'T NEED NO MUSIC CAUSE THESE WORDS IS BASS...

Sometimes I try to stress the importance of really listening to a person speak and to the reactions of the people listening.
Last night the Republicans showed by their actions or lack thereof that they don't give a damn about the Amerikkkan people who are not rich.
they didn't even pretend to care.
What Obama did last night was give you the key's to the kingdom if only you would act and not react.
Now you know I couldn't give a flipped out F%&* about Amerikkkan jurisprudence or politickin but since you do I am going to spell some things out for you.
First of all you have to recognize who the people are you fight against. Some are Republican and some are Democrat cause when its all laid on the line its all about mindsets and if you overlook that then you might as well dig a hole in sandy soil lay down and inhale. The people who free the cops that murder our children are in large part people not unlike the people you know.
They are people you go to school with, work with and engage with every day. they are the general population and in Amerikkka they are the majority but that does not mean that they have all the power. They only have as much power as you give them and until you realize that you will be begging even when you think that you are on top. That you are better off than in the past, than the next man who stands outside that store and begs for change.
Change... An interesting word that has way more meaning than the posters that you see give it.
Everyone wants change and they cry its name while not attempting to make it happen cause all change takes is a reversal in the way people think and behave.
The black man and woman in Amerikkka still have way more power than they think but the power is managed by the people who we entrust it with, the politicians, the banks and in large part the clergy. We must make them accountable for what they do with our money. We all know that Nike don't care about us. That none of the department stores care about us, that big oil and the major corporations took the jobs that black people did jobs overseas and made people basically slaves with them. We know that white people don't spend a damn dime in black neighborhoods.
That has to "change."
We must learn to exist without thinking that the white man is the only one that can make clothes for us. That the white man is the only one that can build fairly safe malls.
We must change our attitudes.
That's what the African man said last night.

[BOUT THAT TIME]
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS MODE OF THINKING...
http://youtu.be/K4ev18Z4QnQ

Its bout time we put in some work... Not for the crips or the bloods or Joe Louis street per se but for the legacy of who and what we are.
Its time we built some pride, See?
Bout time we crumbled some walls and dispelled some notions... Did the whole trod down Babylon, Seen?
Some of that Joshua music that resonates sonic and tears asunder lies, leaves them drifting in the breeze change as weightless as a grain of dust.
Bout tine we as a people rolled up our sleeves and put in work to build monuments to momental men and women... Built some cities where we can get some rest free of white stress.
Bout that time.
Its bout time we stopped prescribing to a political system that will never work for us cause all we are in it are pawns.
there is no black King or Queen and the president is just a big version of the aforementioned pawn, the first to die in a game where he is not recognized as change.
Just a nigga in a white house where policy don't see the black man as man but as beast.
Lambs led to the slaughter.
Is bout time we thought back to before slavery... Before the slaveships...
Bout time we remembered that we are the people spoken of in ancient scrolls...
We are the hated and despised for being the original... The prototypical.
That from our ancestors seed were all men created... White, Indian and Chinese.
Yep I say its bout that time and I am vilified for these things that I say... Cause I wanna save my children and grandchildren.
Cause I love my brothers and sisters...
Cause for them I would straight buck like and A.K. in a war zone.
Cause I like Shaka would lead us against an empire.
Cause I feel its bout time we put in some work.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DO YOU WANT TO KNOW ME?] THE TALE OF THE PUSSY LOVING BEAST.

[DO YOU WANT TO KNOW ME?] THE TALE OF THE PUSSY LOVING BEAST.
THE SOUND OF PUSSY AND THE BEAST...
http://youtu.be/UA09ya8mtW0

I have been known to suck pussy till it busts... Nut covering my face, pussy juice dribbling down my chin.
Her thighs wide open as she pushes my head back... Spraying and writhing, whimpering and moaning.
I have been told that I swole her lips, seen them fat and puffy.
She ask's me why I do her like that and I answer...
I like to see a woman cum... I like to let her know that I love her mind and her pussy, her ass and her tits, her stretch marks and her dimples.
That I want to show my gratitude for allowing me to see these things... To drink of her wine.
I have been known to push her down and take that pussy as she walked by me in little bitty panties.
Ass cheeks hanging out and print so phat... My mind humming as I lose all control and give in to the beast...
Visions of conquering her body and permeating her soul with my seed.
Yes I have been known for these things.
I have been known to pull up her dress and rip her panties off in public just to show her that that pussy while hers is mine... Just to fuck with her mind.
Bend her over, slide my dick in and fuck her just a few feet away from the unawares.
They lost to the pleasures of sexual freedom.
I have been know to fuck on buses and back porches, in swimming pools and oceans, upside down and sideways.
I have been called a fucking fool by those who know my secrets... Those who have experienced my pressure as it is relieved...
Squirts of semen dribbling on face, titties and ass... Dripping off of ass cheeks.
I see these things as she bites her lip and entices me... As she open her legs ever so slightly and reads a book.
She knows what she is doing and my dick... Oh how it swells.
I have been known to fuck her till the sun rose and the moon fell... As the moon rose and the sun tinged the sky pink, lavender and purple.
As her belly rose with the promise of life.
I have been know as a fucking freak and a bad boi... As Big Dick and explosion... As thrust and kinetic motion... As the one who left that pussy sore.
I have been known...
I have been known.
Let me show you my ways.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LUCID WET DREAM QUEEN]

[LUCID WET DREAM QUEEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ROMP...
http://youtu.be/uuw9df7qtsw

I go to sleep at night and there you are again... I have known you so long...
I have kissed you in your most intimate places... Rubbed you till you came hot and wet on my tongue.
I have seen you on your knees looking up at me as you swallowed my swollen dick.
As you spit on it and swallowed it again...
Made me pick you up and throw you back... Heard you cry out into the night as I entered the sanctuary of your pinkness.
As I in your womb stroked the itch... As I with my hand rubbed your clit...
Reached under you, grabbed your ass cheeks and ground deep.
My body yours, your body mine.
We having been lovers across all the years...
You having let me do the things to you that I read of in books... Saw in movies and dreamed of trying.
Your pussy tight and wrapped around my dick... Your ass bouncing against my stomach... Your titties hanging down.
You the most fantastic fantasy have changed hair styles, faces and body types for me... Thick and luscious, Skinny with the most pretty pussy lips that hung down... a long clit that I sucked as you screamed my name.
Nipples that I twisted and licked.
Pussy hair that lay down... that jutted out from your pelvis as afro...
You my dear have fucked me when I was in basic training... When I was in jail... when I couldn't get pussy from anywhere else... In public as people looking at us walked by...
In private where I played with your curves as they undulated beneath me... As you rode this dick and I felt my nut rushing to fill your womb...
You fade away...
When will I see you again?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[YOU MY WORLD] A HYPERSEXUAL JOINT
THE SOUND OF WHERE WE ARE...
http://youtu.be/cvV09D4IjR0

There you go, got my mind spiraling to the planet orgasmic where I existing protoplasmic drift in your seas...
Newly formed in the warmth of your forge would I crawl to your shores and lie on your beach... Plow through your forests...
Plunder your booty.
My mind in hyperspace passing by all these things, life and love and I reach out and gently touch the petals of your flower...
Suck in my breath and bring it to my nose to partake of its scent...
Inhale it and lick out my tongue... Trying to taste of its vibrant color.
It having the effect of marijuana suspends me so hypnotically...
I high on you drift past galaxies... Stars rushing by.
Soft is the light that glows from your skin...
I thirsty drink of your pool and it tickles the nature of me... The eloquent beast and I utter your name...
It ricocheting across my valleys... It echoing into the recesses where I reside waiting to be inspired.
An astronaut on a journey across light years and untold eons... Suspended in mine animation.
I looking at you from great distances... I looking at you up close...
I absorbed in your pores... In the little lines and creases in your lips...
I swept along float on the images as they take me on a fantastic voyage...
You the M3 class planet that I land upon...
I name thee...
Orgasmica.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

[MAY WE MEET AGAIN] THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY COUSIN MILDRED NETTA BUT IT IS ALSO DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY THE MURPHY'S AND THE JOLLY'S...
PLEASE LISTEN TO THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/va4aIjwjR8s

May we meet again on the other side...
We my family whom I love so much... May we have no more strife.
May I meet all who made this possible... these our lives.
We been through so much... Seen so many things...
We children of African origin born in the harsh and brutal south...
Red clay roads and cotton fields...
Hogs, goats and cows...
May we meet in a place where all these worldly concerns are no more...
We sitting at the feet of ancestor listening to a knowledge drop of epic proportions.
We who have traveled the earth and left a mark.
May we meet again and never have to cry as we look at the sky and wonder why...
We in the flow where we are continuous... The wind and the rain.
We children of Allah born in these mortal shells...
These castles erected of sun and dust, carbon infused into our structure...
You mean so much to me as my helix and yours spin off and create future life...
We having done our part.
May we meet again and hold hands like we did when we were children.
When it all so fresh and new lay spread before our virgin eyes... We who once saw infinity.
May we meet again on the other side.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[KNOWLEDGE BORN] AN EROTIC EXCURSION
THE SOUND OF YOUNG LOVE AND REBIRTH...
http://youtu.be/UMiFEEAMF9s

And I tasted the melanin in her skin...
I a young man in the heart of the ghetto... She a young queen.
Eyes of brown that spoke to me of the first meeting of Adam and Eve as renamed by a white man.
They the prototypical stripped of their Africanicity... The truth of it all.
I kissed the outer layer of her epidermis and pictures erupted pineal and threatened to shatter the hemispheres of a young brain in the brick dwelling where we lay...
Two lovers entwined in a naked embrace...
She becoming the habitation for my manhood so hard and engorged... I needing her so very badly that the air seemed to thump...
I digging my fingers into her scalp felt the skin and scratched and she responded... Arch her back and took me deeper than I had ever been.
Took me to a place of plenty, a garden of great renown where the fruit grew fragrant and sweet from knowledge trees.
Where the air clean sang a song of the birds and the bees that flittered by, such joyous color that I transported across time felt the concrete and the chaos fall away.
I standing in the presence of the greatness of her creation.
Slack jawed at the beauty of all that she had unlocked in my soul... The pure magnitude.
I covered in sweat dripped as H20 to her skin and it mingled with the aqua of her and shimmered in the dim light... Became a part of the lubrication that eased the reentry...
I falling through space and time saw us as African, as slave, as the current denizens of the projects where we lay in this modern land Babylon...
I tasting of the melanin in her skin...
I reborn.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]
THE LION SOUND...
http://youtu.be/3RKGKIxfWrs

Naked and exposed we stand scrutinized by the world...
We still enslaved by what "they" think of us.
By what we think of ourselves and we wear the chains as jewelry...
We wear the clothes handed down to us... They bearing the names of our oppressors.
We wear them proudly and think that they separate us from those who cannot afford them.
We talk about them in whispers in the church pews as they pass by... We walk by them on street corners and hold our noses up in contempt.
Look at them...
We see them as they are shoved beaten and bruised into the back of police cruisers and say that cant happen to me...
My child will never be the one lying in the street...
He or she will never be the one that we march for...
We naked and exposed wrap the blanket of false security around our bodies and tie the blindfold of just-us around our eyes.
The president is black and while he makes war in foreign countries here we are victims of the worst sort of genocide...
We expecting the children of Aryans and KKK members to take a stand for us as they try to distance themselves.
I never had slaves, all the while working you till you die poor and unable to pay for a funeral... Selling you insurance and growing rich off your hard labor...
The sweat of your brow... The skin of your hands... The time that you spend away from your children as they are indoctrinated into the school of new niggas as taught on BET and Empire.
How to make a new nigga as taught by the descendants of Willie Lynch and drawn up on a classroom chalkboard...
A P.H.D. in niggalosophy hanging on the wall...
A white Mercedes and a house in massa's suburbs where you try to distance yourself from your heritage...
Where you run from your true legacy...
Naked and exposed in the concrete jungle we are devoured by the wolves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{LISTEN TO ME AS I SPEAK UNTO YOU}
THE SOUND OF URGENCY...
http://youtu.be/2VedGI3qzzQ

See... I would support you...
Hold you as we spin on this planet... As we navigate the concourse... As we hurtle through time and space.
I would expose you to the view and give you the keys to the cosmos.
We would be truly free.
You and I...
Me and you, and our children would grow so strong that they would be our infinity...
They conquering the inter-dimensional of their mental's.
They standing at Allahs side in chambers of pineal recognition found at the end of the silver cord...
I would bless you my queen for I know not of jealousy and anger is a controlled nd regulated beast to whose cage I hold the key...
I want to see you regal as I carry you hypothetically on my shoulders... Let you touch the sun radiating on the epidermic layer melanin that covers this structure.
This body of flesh and blood that has been through so very much...
Stabbed, shot at and beat the fuck up...
Still It stood.
A black man born on a planet where I the once enslaved am reviled cause I drops 360 degrees of knowledge...
Cause I recognize you... My queen, My empress...
Cause I speak of black pride and consequences... Cause I speak of urgency.
Cause I love you even when you are labeled bitch, thot and Ho.
See... I would reach my psyche out to thee and stroke the synapses firing in your lobes, ride on the electricity as it sparks forward motion...
Kiss you on the skin behind your earlobes and whisper of rebirth in your ear... Brush the skin of your cheek so gently and look into the liquid depths of your optical orbs...
Reflect off of your retina...
See... I in support of you bring this to light...
I holding you metaphorically, you my prototypical...
My all...
My everything...
We...
Alpha and Omega.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{STOP CRYING MY SISTER... PLEASE STOP CRYING} LAZARUS RISING FROM DEATH

{STOP CRYING MY SISTER... PLEASE STOP CRYING} LAZARUS RISING FROM DEATH
THE TALE OF LAZARUS THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND...
http://youtu.be/ehtJC_cXjA8

I can hear my sister crying... I listen as she tells me the story of her abandonment...
She tells me how the system has violated her and my soul grows hard...
I wanting to go out and rip the arms from it and beat it down with its own parts, welfare and child support... Prison and Ritalin.
I try to tell her how these things that seem to be charity and meant in good will are but tools to drive us into the pits of a man made hell where we are burned in the fires of hating each other, deadbeat dads and welfare queens.
She turns away and I feel her detachment for these things evil have become so dear to her...
She still cries and her tears fall from her face, her shoulders heave.
Her hair straightened by perm, her skin lightened and bleached.
I walking up behind her turn her around and wipe the tears from her cheeks and offer her a tissue...
The truth I know will only make her cry more for it involves a scathing rapport full of leaving the trappings of the beast behind.
It will be hard crossing the desert of finding ourselves.
It will be hard leaving Christmas, Easter and the Fourth of July behind... Holydays wrapped up in bundles of lies, such pretty packages as the coverings glisten in joyous color.
I tell her to tear them away and her breath catch's in her throat as her eyes grow wide, she in her surprise looks away, it so much easier to follow the things taught to her grandmother as a black mans body swung in the breeze as a warning not to make her sons strong...
As she watched her daughters bear mutated children, they born lacking a full dose of melanin.
She taught that slavery was her mans fault looks at me and I can sense the doubt, the hesitation is strong.
She looks around and I can see the children peeking from behind her torn dress, a boy and a girl and I know that I must change her mentality to save them from the psychology that has made her such easy prey.
I take her in my arms and speak to her in a low subsonic tone that resonates in her soul.
My scars tingle and burn.
She cries and her tears stain my soul.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{TWENTY ONE GUNS} EROTIC NUT BUSTA

{TWENTY ONE GUNS}

THE SOUND AS I PAY HONOR TO THINE JUICY...

http://youtu.be/7hxA1DLu7Jk

Can I suck your juicy from the back as it hangs like succulent fruit from a brown bark tree.

Black on your head the leaves as you thrash and moan.

Let me lick my way into the pink heart of you and flick at the tip of your spurtongue.

Push that pussy down and take it from the back with your legs splayed out on the bed.

Some of that lioness presentation type shit... some a dat make that pussy pulse and that make yo belly quiver pure mad warrior beat down...

Send your heart soaring in euphoria type shit.

I want to taste the drops of you... Play in your rains... Scramble your brains.

Give a twenty one gun salute in honor of your punani. Pow... Pow... Pow.

You having the ability to drive me to the edge of insanity, touch me and pull me back. 

I pulling out and kissing that pussy cause its so good that I want it to know how I feel...

Come here pussy as I stroke it and give it a name...

Plant a flag and tend its crops.

Go to war if anyone threatens its territories... Guerilla in the mist as I spray bullets and chop off heads...

A twenty one gun salute... A splack... A splack... A splack.

Listen to it all squishy as it farts and pulses... I swear that pussy be snapping.

Throw that thang to Big Daddy baby... Put a arch in that back.

I slapping them ass cheeks like the skin on an African drum.

That juicy got me all in the depths of space where we fall from in flaming freefall to the surface of the earth...

You the wet drops pon me as I buss twenty one gun salute in your honor and come to rest...

That juicy...

That juicy...

That juicy.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{PHAT CAT SOLILOQUY}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WILD RIDE THROUGH THE URBAN JUNGLE WHENCE WE ROAM...
http://youtu.be/1qx2rxjTIvI

Tell me baby... How yo cat get so phat?
Did you rub it till it puffed up like that?
Play with your clit till it poked out and grew hard, sprayed out and soaked your panties pulled to the side.
Was it because someone licked it and sucked it as you moaned and thrashed back and forth, did he make it swollen and puffy?
Damn... I wanna know how your pussy got so damned phat.
Was it caused by the incredible pressure exerted when somebody beat down in it, when you on bended knees felt the head of a man push in and find its way to the back of your womb?
Tell me... I promise I won't be jealous, if I see him I might thank him for this most beautiful gift.
This phat punani as it dangles between your legs... Your phat juicy pussy meat.
I all phucked up in the glorious heights of this most beautiful view.
 I so wanting to throw you down and take you roughly... Lick it and slurp it... Suck it and pull it with my lips.
Slap it with the heavy head of my thick dick as it cums splattering drops and running down your taint into the crevice of your ass cheeks...
Talk dirty to that pussy...
Spank that pussy...
Slow grind that pussy all the way to the back walls...
Lay in that pussy till I fall asleep in it...
Wake up and fuck it on my way out the door...
Make it throb every time you sit down.
Make it my pussy cause it satisfies my hunger like no other can... All that pretty pink and brown flower with such delicate petals.
Make you feel every inch of me... The pure and unadulterated depth of me as I sink into your salty seas.
As I pull out and drive in... Rub that clit with the head and make you scream... "Damn Big Daddy, What You Doin to Me"
Be the Lion that manipulates the Lioness and brings her forth roaring from the bottom of your lungs.
Let me play with yo phat cat.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE SAD REALITY OF MOTHER VS CHILD}
THE TRACK THAT ACCOMPANIES HER SAD SONG...
http://youtu.be/g04xGlXO8Ho

And the earth she cried because of her children... They born of her soil and placed in a garden of wealth hurtling through space.
They killing creations and causing general turmoil... She heaved and sighed and her wind raced as tornado, as raging storm...
Her children ignoring her cries and falling victim to her retribution continued to beat her down... to rape her incestuously.
They aspiring to reach the stars lived as primitives when they could have been futuristic... Hate based on such petty things.
 They who could have lived as gods made gods of inanimate things, gold, jewelry and the clothes they wore...
The houses that they built and the cars they drove.
They weak in their fragile minds made some men kings and others men of men of false religions...
The earth, she begged them to hear and it fell on deaf ears they beyond the point of listening...
Sun and earths children suffered the consequences of their actions and inactions.
Fools living the lure of tradition and fitting in.
They having forgotten how to speak the language of the stars and the celestial objects... They unable to communicate with the dolphins.
The sun beamed hotter and the polar caps melted, fresh water becoming salty tears that threatened to wash over the land...
The air grew ever more toxic, the children becoming asthmatic, wheezing and coughing.
The children so materialistic forgot the teachings of the elders...
The wisdom of the sages.
The blue skies turned grey and the water tainted ran down the mothers body.
Her children making war with each other bled on her as the trees stood by and watched them silently.
And the earth she cried for she knew that to survive she must kill her unruly children...
Absorb them back into her body...
They heeded her not so lost were they.
They born of her womb had become the bad seed...
They on her ground lay rotten.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MOTHERFUCKER}
THE SOUND OF THE MOTHERFUCKING STORY...
http://youtu.be/lLib-XZfDxw

Motherfuckers own land...
Motherfuckers own corporations...
Motherfuckers control the government...
Motherfuckers own people...
Motherfuckers cause great suffering.
Motherfuckers are feared by the general public cause they will bend you over and butt fuck you with no vaseline...
Motherfuckers sitting on a jury of a mans peers will rob him of justice as he lays full of bullets...
Motherfuckers will watch him bleed to dead and die...
Motherfuckers will lie.
Motherfuckers will steal from the collection plate and drive big cars...
Motherfuckers ain't shit...
Motherfuckers charge you to save your life as you pay the taxes that gave them an education
Motherfuckers will send you to die in wars as you are treated second class...
Motherfuckers don't care...
Motherfuckers bring in the drugs and guns and when they catch you with them they call it crime...
Motherfuckers act like your friends and fuck your wife...
Motherfuckers can't be trusted not an inch...
motherfuckers will fuck you in your face... Open your mouth...
Motherfuckers is rich and motherfuckers is po...
Motherfuckers come in all sorts a shapes and sizes...
Motherfuckers is wicked and vile...
Motherfuckers can kiss my motherfucking ass...
Motherfuckers.