(RESURRECTION)
I was black in the womb.
I'mma be even blacker in the tomb.
Ain't got time to be scared cause I dwell in the darkest of the dark.
That born at the hands of Allah that was dropped in mans formation.
That pure tribal drum get down... Beatdown and bass thunder cross these theoretical plains.
Kick in does and bust motherfuckers brains... Splatter on a white wall.
A moment in these halls where all the doors require keys.
Sign and cornerstones and degrees.
Indoctrinated masses falling to their knees.
Jaws dropped in awe at this universally divine verse-ology.
Created in amniotic Chambers than span hue-man existence.
God's and goddesses born of Sons and Earth's.
No time to be scared as the youth they get shot on streetcorners... As babies are murdered at the hands of perverts.
My people strangers in an even stranger land.
These lyrics called reverse racism as so many linger in man made prisons... Some mental some physical, a caring shame as men bow their heads to false kings.
Presidents, dictators and despots, prophecy foretold as the masses blind are led straight to the seven hells.
Darkness flipped to light and formulated to verbally synchopated words.
I existing black floating in the womb... I who pounds on the walls of this mentally fabricated tomb... I whom hast removed the proverbial capping stone.
I am, The resurrection.
JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY
