(ASHES AND MELANIN)
THE SOUND PROPHETS DROP...
https://youtu.be/sOrBZX__o08

They lie as ashes, these remnants of great nations that existed in ancient times.
They scattered and cast as flotsam on the savage winds of the wolf's howl.
They once lions cowering, they once a force to be reckoned with kneeling on psychological knees.
Rain would fertilize them if only it could reach the parched lands of their cerebral cortex.
Clouds of deception and they die of thirst in fresh water seas.
Oceans of ink and they take no heed.
Sold out and strung out on the promise of all the pig you can eat.
The promise of being equal in the system savagery as preached on the slaveship, preached on the plantations and pImped salvation on streetcorners and prison.
White Jesus bloody on a billboard... Gone save yo black ass soul.
King James and Paul as saviours of we.
Stolen god conceptualization fed to the masses of ashes... Dried out and insubstantial.
Carbon and water cybernetic components of false rhetoric, spitting soul crushing lyrics.
Pyramids testifying to once greatness they would denounce their origins.
The triple stages of the current state of their darkness.
The light Freedom shining at the end of the tunnel.
The whirlwind cometh.
Ashes spin in the bitter winds...
Wishing it would rain.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF GOD, RELIGION, WANT, NEED AND THE AWFUL TRUTH OF UTTER FUTILITY)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/aPX_i2zcDvY

And man cast into this eventuality by chance, by fate, looks at its inhabitants.
So rooted are they by custom and belief.
Man stretches his hand out and contemplates his fingers.
Feels the power as it courses through his structure.
He reminisces times that they these beings say he couldn't have existed.
They calling them past lives.
He knows them as what they are.
They in his mitochondrial, strands of his ancestors.
He blessed with the ability to see glimpses of the future knows that one day one of his fruit generations removed will see what he sees now.
Even as he lies free of the mortal coil.
His bones lying beneath the earth.
He has no fear of these things.
The cosmos has shown him these things.
As a child he contemplated these things.
These things.
He listening to the lost as they seek the truth in religion and science, in love, in war.
Such .sn abundance and they waste it in want and need.
A child breathing his or her last breath and they waste the moments. Bound by the words of men they wake and fall asleep bound by the concept time.
Man looks at the trees and ask them what would they do.
The trees silent continue to grow.
He asks the animals and they instinctual wake and find food and shelter, mate and create new generations.
With no one to preach to them they do the bidding of Allah.
The ebb and flow and man witnessing these things knows that the buildings will fall, these lives that they squander will end.
These people so disconnected from the reality that they see everyday hovering at the edges of civilization.
Man laughs at their choice of this word for these people are but playthings of people who know these things.
Civilized... Ha.
Man witnessing the folly ponders the futility...
The rustle of the angels wings as he stands at the door of dimensional.
So few walk these streets.
A warrior, a man, a griot he fades into the masses of humanity.
A whisper, a memory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY