THE SOUND AS I ORCHESTRATE THROUGH THESE BRICKS AND CONCRETE...
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You my beat down drop into the lowest of the lows...
You make it tremble the earth...
You make it vibrate the skies.
You make my sonics so strong that they put dread into evil hearts...
You make them have the resonance of the trumpets that played outside Jericho's walls.
They crumbling to the very ground.
You make my hard so hard that it like diamond could cut through anything...
You make it bring you to your knees.
A blissful smile on your face.
I... I wil build you up and never tear you down for you have been torn before.
Ripped to shreds and lain on the killing floor.
Sons, daughters, husbands and wives.
Us in Babylon where the story ain't quite finished and we are in a retro phase.
Worshiping and praising those who have made so many slaves.
I told you, I will go straight Black Panther for you.
Be Nat Turner for you.
Live my life for you and die for you.
I warrior would be soft for you... Speak of love to you.
Make love to you and praise your attributes...
Spread you out as a mural on the walls of so many minds.
Painted in alphabetic's.
Vivid splashes of you as you come to life.
You are my bass and my treble... My melodies and symphonies.
You empress are the music of my life sang as stringently as possible, played by philharmonic orchestra.
Beat out on African drums.
I... I am your accompaniment.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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