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Monday, February 2, 2015

( STRAIGHT TO THE POINT )
THE BEAT THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS CONVERSATION...
http://youtu.be/A7gmAhQ46gE

And I a wandering soul would talk to you in these trying times where the world seems to have fallen into the deepest pits of futility.
The #icons glaringly having no value.
Human lives are but #pawns played out in black letters on newsfeeds... So many are blinded, so devoted to worshipping the screens of t.v's and #bullshit cinema.
Praying to white #Jesus for #money and material while the children forget the past... are doomed to repeat it.
360 degrees of seperation as slavery is pimped out #Mercedes and shiny rims.
Revolving on the #dias surrounded by spotlights.
On the #pulpit in colorful #robes.
Twinkles and sparkles as #diamonds are mined by stolen children in #Africa.
Cocoa picked by babies who have never tasted milk chocolate.
#McDonalds working people below the poverty level.
Babylon the beast fed on the blood, sweat and tears of a single mother.
The blood ,sweat and tears of a black man sentenced to #prison for selling weed, selling crack,  selling #molly cause poor people wanna forget.
On bended knees with hands pressed together as #revelations come to pass.
#Fire and #brimstone raining from the #pineal region of one #Georgia born.
The day would dawn on us talking cause my #soul stirred would I pour out to you.
I listening to the words as they emanate and resonate from your diaphram and tittilate the #drums of my ears.
Sonically beating into the depths and crevices of my brain.
A moment of #peace found as I a wandering #soul take you in my arms... We... #naked and #exposed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ #MURPHY