{THE MESSENGER GONE DIE} THE MORAL OF IT ALL.
THE SOUND AS THIS TRUTH PRESSES DOWN...
https://youtu.be/Ze0SwU5d4tM
Each and every day I am reminded of one fact...
The messenger always dies... truth can get a bitch killed and all that shit.
Yep, each and every day I know that one of you hating ass son of a bitches can get me killed.
That shit don't get me down though cause I ain't scared to kill... hypothetically or metaphorically.
That don't make me a bad motherfucker or a G... It just make me a danger... Seen?
One of these words could ignite the masses and make them rise in armed rebellion... One of these words could sooth a psychological wound... one of the words could make a woman get butt naked.
So much potential lyrically presented in ear pleasing ways... Sword forged in the projects 1700... Seen
Blade glinting in the sun... Ink that would black out the nation... Make dead men rise... Literally... Seen?
Man walking alone among so many... Man poised in the wind... Clothes flapping frantically... Man standing stoic seen...
Allah in the micro particles of his being... Angels cry tears of fire that obliterate whole cities... Fire and brimstone making horrific landfall.
Why oh why and a mother crying falls to her knees... Why my son... Seen?
Father rising to face another slavery day... Put in work that goes vastly unseen... He who would be deadbeat in a Babylonian court.
His children know not his story... They trained in educational labs... Rats in a rat race... Institutionalized... Stigmatized...
Lava expelled blisteringly... Dragon sweeping from poetic skies... Seen?
Wisdom the flames that would be his flame filled cries... A poetic genius born before his time... Dying before his time... Words left for uncertain futures where his people they may not exist... Seen?
Why he sighs, am I the messenger?
Give this shit to somebody else... Let me be one of the 85... Not a messenger... Seen?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE SOUND AS THIS TRUTH PRESSES DOWN...
https://youtu.be/Ze0SwU5d4tM
Each and every day I am reminded of one fact...
The messenger always dies... truth can get a bitch killed and all that shit.
Yep, each and every day I know that one of you hating ass son of a bitches can get me killed.
That shit don't get me down though cause I ain't scared to kill... hypothetically or metaphorically.
That don't make me a bad motherfucker or a G... It just make me a danger... Seen?
One of these words could ignite the masses and make them rise in armed rebellion... One of these words could sooth a psychological wound... one of the words could make a woman get butt naked.
So much potential lyrically presented in ear pleasing ways... Sword forged in the projects 1700... Seen
Blade glinting in the sun... Ink that would black out the nation... Make dead men rise... Literally... Seen?
Man walking alone among so many... Man poised in the wind... Clothes flapping frantically... Man standing stoic seen...
Allah in the micro particles of his being... Angels cry tears of fire that obliterate whole cities... Fire and brimstone making horrific landfall.
Why oh why and a mother crying falls to her knees... Why my son... Seen?
Father rising to face another slavery day... Put in work that goes vastly unseen... He who would be deadbeat in a Babylonian court.
His children know not his story... They trained in educational labs... Rats in a rat race... Institutionalized... Stigmatized...
Lava expelled blisteringly... Dragon sweeping from poetic skies... Seen?
Wisdom the flames that would be his flame filled cries... A poetic genius born before his time... Dying before his time... Words left for uncertain futures where his people they may not exist... Seen?
Why he sighs, am I the messenger?
Give this shit to somebody else... Let me be one of the 85... Not a messenger... Seen?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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