{SPILL THAT SHIT}

{SPILL THAT SHIT}

THE SOUND OF FREEDOM...
https://youtu.be/mdwFG4Cgw_0

I ain't doing this be rich or to be considered for Illuminati...
I'm just a man trying to illuminate somebody.
Son of earth... Son of sunlight.
Born in a place of urban blight where my people inhabit just out of sight.
I ain't doing this to have sex with bitches and hoes...

I just a man trying to open does...

Son of a place called the projects...

Son birthed of a people called prophets.

Those who would be hidden in the pages of his-story...

Deemed to be less because of Manifest Destiny.

Victims of psychology and oppressive regimes...

Words of Allah carried to ridiculous extremes.

Stolen, changed and flipped into a ridiculous parody of truth...

The end result the awful proof.

What is a people to do when the cards are stacked...

When the game is over and the cards are racked.

Where do we go from here?

When all we got is a thinly veiled fear.

Rhyming poetry and brave ass rap lyrics...

We squeezing off metaphorical gun clicks.

We killing each other subliminal and physical...

We doing the most quite literal.

Such a savage situation...

We operating separated nation.

Willie Lynch buried deep in black psyches...

We the people praying on bended knees.

Forsaken because of bastardized beliefs...

We the people needing to be mentally released.
We the people needing to be...
We the people need to be Freed.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF GROWN PEOPLE, BEASTS AND SOMETIMES FREAKY THANGS.) SOMETIMES

(OF GROWN PEOPLE, BEASTS AND SOMETIMES FREAKY THANGS.) SOMETIMES
THE MUSIC FOR THIS...

https://youtu.be/oXGtFr-CeYw

The Beast pauses... Pussy on the breeze.
He hunting smells it as he looks at she.
So small and his dick starts to rise.
I need her, the Beast thinks, he is vibrating inside.
Every corpuscle of his blood burns in anticipation.
His need fills the air and she feels it.
They make eye contact, she and the Beast and he encircles her in his aura, pulls her near.
She floating on his pheromones, he snarled up in hers.
The Beast does not speak of petty things, now is not the time.
He speaks of his need and she sensing the stringent urgency of his words is receptive.
Her urgency is pressing as well as the Beast touches her gently.
He whispers in her ear and she purrs from her full lips, the air static as they have sex in their minds.
He never knowing her and she never knowing her.
They fucking pineal as people pass by.
Two beasts unleashed as she and he walk to his domicile.
She entering and he so eloquently speaks of her beauty.
He would fuck her now but the Beast likes to be shown.

He lives to see.
He speaks to her in his beast voice,
it touching her core.
He wants to see and she slowly reveals her layers.
Her clit so profound.
The beast reaches out and rubs it a moment before kissing it.
She quivers.
Beast between her thighs as the room becomes filled with her sounds.
Beast's dick hanging so low and he stands.
She looks beast in his one eye and puts him in her warm mouth.
Oh my god! The Beast  marvels at her skill.
He begs of her to stop a second before he throws her back.
Enters her roughly.
Open those damn legs.
The Beast wanting her so badly pushes his dick to the deepest limits.
He loves her stretched eyes.
The screams of she.
He looks at her clit.
Pulls it out, spanks it with his head as she thrashes and grabs his dick, guides it back in, her beast needing satisfaction.
Such good pussy.
Such a big dick.
They so compatible on the field lust fuck noisily.
Those who would hear will.
Fuck them all.
Voices ringing out past walls and into night sky.
Flesh slapping flesh.
Scent heavy in the air.
Two beasts falling from the skies.
Two beasts fucking resplendent and shining.
The cosmos would sigh.
They cumming so very loud.
Beasts lying sated stand and walk away.
These being grown people things.
They return to their perceived lives.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF REPARATIONS AND MENTAL RETARDATION)

(OF REPARATIONS AND MENTAL RETARDATION)

When I hear a black person say we don't deserve reparations it serves to let me know how deep the ramifications of slavery and segregation went and go.
How mentally retarded some of us are while seeming educated.
The Native Americans who received compensation are not the same ones who were tortured and murdered by the ancestors of the white people who inhabit this continent today but to say what was done to their ancestors has not and does not affect them to this day would be absurd.
The same thing goes for the Jewish descendants who received compensation from Germany and the U.S.K.K.K.
The current presidential race displays how embedded racism is in Amerikkka and serves to prove that this system was and is designed to hold the large majority of our people in a monetary and psychological state of slavery.
No matter the seeming accomplishments many of our people linger in poverty and are victims of miseducation perpetrated in schools that fail our children and graduate them without teaching them to read or in most cases think.
Even the attitude of shirking reparations is contrary to coherent thought.
Every race on earth wants to make the people pay who victimized their ancestors and them in any way.
This is apparent in the bible and in modern society and is a perfectly normal psychological response.
What is abnormal is the attitude of not caring about the past which if looked at from a rational perspective is the reason that blacks hate themselves so much that they feel its okay to kill each other and be killed by each other.
That they can so easily forget that white juries of their "peers" feel its okay to see them as violent when they are merely trying to protect themselves.
The only thing that can and will compensate us to the point where we can reeducate is reparations.
The saddest part is that given the choice they would choose the same people who enslaved our ancestors to control the funds.
The black church is really led by white people who like master still tell the preachers what to say.
They control the literature and therefore the thought processes of the black masses who unknowingly are fed to the lions by the shepherds who should be protecting the flock but are feeding them to a cannibalistic system.
As I stated before they while seeming educated are really mentally retarded and look that way to all the races but themselves, they having been taught to ignore key words and phrases that should alert them to the fact that they are really still just slaves.
Affirmative action is just another way of saying house nigga or straw boss.
If you really look at it almost all the jobs that blacks work at still closely resemble the plantation and blacks in higher positions are rare.
In most cases the only way to get a higher position is to "act" white and mistreat or belittle other blacks.
If that's not retardation I don't know what is.
We need reparations so that 60 years from now a black man or woman will not have to sit here and make these same observations about our grand and great grandchildren.
We need them so they won't be existing in a state of retardation

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE MAD MONK OF THE HUNG LO STYLE DIGRESSING) THE 69TH CHAMBER OF THE HUNG LO SCHOOL...

(THE MAD MONK OF THE HUNG LO STYLE DIGRESSING) THE 69TH CHAMBER OF THE HUNG LO SCHOOL...
THE SOUND THUMPING IN THE CHAMBER...
https://youtu.be/7-BKJNlKs_k

I see you and my primality presses into my peneality... I grow heavy and hard and I would fall into your valley... Victim of your causality.
Rivers flowing, flowers growing, skin glowing.
Taking you to orgasmic going, sound receding and slowing, psyche pussy licking, and fleshy clit blowing ...
Damn let me slow down... Oh my dangalang hanging and swanging.
Some of that humdangerlanger, thick dick hangeranger, splack, splack a punaaner sexual wall banger... Such a fandangalanga.
I so drawn in that I would be as moth to flame... Mad poet fucking insane, a seconds passing in my brain, three and a half days on this plane... Black Tarzan and you Black Jane as we copulating swang and trunk thump bang... bang... bang.
I on the edge looking in see thee...
Primal and pineal do I see... A whiff and here we be... perpendicular and horizontally... Vertical and supinely...
Slick penis and wet pussy... Whoo motherfucking weee!!!
I collapsing on her booty...
Spent and sweaty... She vibrating heavily...
This shorty is my philosophy...
See???

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF THEY} SENRYU

{OF THEY} SENRYU
THE SOUND IN THE DEEPEST DARKNESS OF THEIR SPACE...
https://youtu.be/8BrlfkLwIq0

{Duality}
Roots entwined in earth
Branches reaching to blue skies
Man the allusion

{She}
Her breath is perfume
Softly whispering in ear
She is his calming

{He}
He forged of hells fire
Furnace of democracy
They would call him thug

{They}
Born again Christian
Deception and lies the key
They would deny truth

{Unified}
Sons of burning sun
Daughters of tranquility
Together as one

Healing
Walls crumble to ground
Power spoken becomes real
They are the saving

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{DAMN!!!}

{DAMN!!!}
THE SOUND AS PRESSURE ERUPTS...
https://youtu.be/iKL2USmTnbQ

I like it thick...
Big hips and that phat ass...
All that... For me?
Mmmmm...
Such a table spread and I sitting down to dine... Trying to taste of the most secret places that you possess.
I like it when I push and you jiggle... Undulating and trembling...Walk by and I grow hard... From my hair to my toes.
All that and I just want you bend over and let that punani hang... I just want to spread them ass cheeks and kiss it from the back...
Make you fall forward quivering and skeeting.
The other side of the beast... All that.. Yeasss!
Louder than some fyah ass green... So obscene and wanting to wet you up...
Skeeting and skeeting...
Legs back, bent over and on your knees...
Touch them toes... Touch them toes.
All that got me really wanting to fuck... Sorry I'm so blunt...
Yeah right.
Kiss it baby... make it slick all the way to my balls... So blunt.
I want you to know how much I love your dimples and your stretchmarks... The way you bounce and sway.
So thick... So damned thick...
Yesss!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF GANJA AND STAGES} LYRICAL HAIKU JITSU SENRYU

{OF GANJA AND STAGES} LYRICAL HAIKU JITSU SENRYU
THE SOUND SO LOUD...
https://youtu.be/yRZEhprGNoE

{Ganja}
Leaf so fucking green
Smoke drifting as cloud, rewind
Life contemplation

{Reality}
Breath of air so sweet
What of dying for it comes
Such a hefty promise

{Born}
Ideas born in sun
Explosions of synapsis
Standing in light

{Explained}
From darkness comes truth
Antimatter and matter
Both of importance

Man standing from fog
Fully awake, realized
Recognization

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{360 DEGREES IN THE SHADE}

{360 DEGREES IN THE SHADE}
A TRUE HUMDANGELANGER...
https://youtu.be/DXa-lqOGxrc

Completion and mans mind wanders into thoughts of infinity... Yet what of it, for infinity is an illusion created by other man.
All begins, all ends, all begins.
Even in the most powerful telescope perched precariously in the deepest of space... All begins, all ends.
Trillions of light years away and still no answers for man in looking so hard misses the simplest spot, So absorbed in the beginning that he never really imagines the end.
What is to become of it all.
Erupting from cocoon in all its magnificence as it is reborn again.
Purely cybernetic in origin and inhabiting living flesh.
A spark and man is born.
Super in form and shaped by primitive societies that he perceives as modern cause these days will one day be old... Tomorrow a new day born again from the ashes of yesterday.
Man...
Such finite ideas, man limited by other men who call these things educational systems... Institutions of higher learning.
Where men go to learn of not being in such a grand panoramic view of all he came from.
Taught to think that he is uniquely superior to things which sprang from the same sand as he.
Born of cataclysm in times far past.
Rocks falling from the very skies.
Volcanoes and red and black dust.
Man  on such low levels of putting all this in place... Limits imposed and police controlled.
Beginnings and ends as societies buss caps to the end.
Cycles and circles that never end.
What of this theory completion?
Will it never end?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF TRUTH AND REDEMPTION}

{OF TRUTH AND REDEMPTION}
THE SOUND AS HE TESTIFIES...
https://youtu.be/zAAsykRfLwo

Once a man cried, cried so hard he obliterated everything in his sight... Oh how he cried.
Cried so hard all he saw was black and white, and his tears... His tears, oh how they cleansed his soul.
Made him see in a new light, and petty notions which had weighed so much, he disposed of them... Dropped that weight.
He began to see in ways that he would not have thought of before... Some would call it insight but if its inside why didn't he see it before?
Rivers running down his cheekbones... Oceans beneath his feet.
He walking on salty water where so few had been before.
Angels choirs and heavenly realms... All the while he remained on earth surrounded by humans and inconsequential things.
So much struggle and strife when all was so plentiful... poor controlled by the rich who they give true power.
So much power and the man looking to the heavens towards home sighs.
Fathoms beneath his tired feet... so much life.
These things... these things and the mans sobs became thunder roaring in his ears... Rumble as preconceived notions crumbled into the surf.
He chocking on his sobs as they racked his burnt soul.
Bent to his knees a moment before he stood... Yes he did.
Allah in the very fiber of his being.
He stood, still crying.
Soul so clean.
Yes indeed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY