ITS GOIN DOWN PART 2

[ITS GOIN DOWN] part 2
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://youtu.be/__02dRQrfYQ

As soon as the rifle hits Reds hands he flips into general mode as an image of his youth flashes in his mind.
Brick walls and concrete... the projects.
It will be that way for no more children if he has his way. This movement...this war was started to end that.
Everyday when he was on the internet he saw things that should'nt be. Mass media painting negative images of black people and black people not paying attention to anything unless the white man said it was okay.
There were white people in the movement there had to be that was just a fact.
The movement was really not about color it was about creating an equal playing field for everyone.
All these things raced through his mind in a flash of a second as he grabs the rifle and begins to give orders to the men surrounding him.
There are 10 of them and two of them carry grenade launchers as well as rifles. These are hardened men and they are so faithful to the movement that at the beginning many of them had to walk away from what would have been considered good lives in the society of the 1%.
He divides them into groups of 2 and he and one of the brothers whose name is Flenardo are the last team. They met on the internet what feels like eons ago.
All of the rifles have armour piercing rounds and all of the men are crack shots. Red knows that there are other teams in place around the radius of this cordoned area.
He also has a few tricks of his own and he uses one of them now.
" Big Ed"
"Yeah Red?"
Get on the radio and tell Keone to get his men ready to go into the drains. If thats how they got in we ain't gonna let em out that way.
I want all the teams that I divided you into to split up and get at the corners of that building that building and that building right there he says as he points to the buildings.
We are gonna give these motherfuckers something to think about.
As soon as the men leave he moves to the corner of the building and peeks out. A bullet hits the bricks above his head and as the particles fall onto the helmet on his head he pulls back and says 'We got to see the motherfuckers."
He looks up at the sun and  notices that it is starting to go down. There will only be about 15 minutes before dusk and he wants to make it work for him.
He crouches on his knee and lights a blunt and takes a pull and look around at the destruction. Amazing that all of this started on the internet and now the internet is gone.
He passes the blunt to Flenardo and they just smoke and wait for everyone to get into place.
Within 10 minutes he starts to get the calls confirming the positioning of all his teams and he puts his plan into motion.
" Allright we are about to light this motherfucker up. I want everyone to designate a member to watch the windows and make note of any flashes that they see."
"We will begin to fire in 4 minutes on my mark."
It's amazing how many things can go through your mind in 4 minutes and for Red it is no exeption.
He thinks about his grandfather and his father and how they had to struggle all their lives and still did'nt have a damn thing to leave behind.
He thinks about his children and grandchildren and what kind of world he will be leaving them.
The time comes and he gives the order and the sound of a whole lot of fire power starts to rock the air.
He sticks his head around the building and sees flashes coming from the building. Some of it is fire from the tracer rounds but he sees the flashes of the enemies guns as well.
After about a minute and a half of this he calls a cease fire and gets on the radio.
"Allright I need all the members of my team to come back to where I am and I need some of the other units from the rear to take their places. I also need some men with rocket launchers to send about 10 missles into these son of a bitches faces."
As soon as the men arrive he gets them ready for insertion and gives the order to fire. The night begins to light up as the put on their night goggles and move out   while trying to remain close as possible to the buildings.

TUNE IN MONDAY FOR ANOTHER EXCITING INSTALLMENT OF "ITS GOIN DOWN"

HAMZAHFARUQ

ITS GOIN DOWN part 1

[ITS GOIN DOWN!!!] part 1
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL4CF0CE1D57B03314

"Man fuck this shit."
Smokey Red as he was called was walking around the table talking to the men and women who stood in the darkened room where the only light came from a bulb that was powered by a battery.
On the table in front of him was a diagram of the city he was in.
"Okay we have effectively shut this motherfucker down my brothers and sisters. They have canceled all cell phone service and internet access so noe we got to resort to the old ways and just do this thang. We do have old C.Bs, walkie talkies and shortwave radio and the movement seems to be spreading to other cities in Amerikkka and abroad. The downtrodden shall be downtrodden no more."
The people in the room erupt at this and began to congratulate each other and cheer until Smokey Red spoke again.
"Okay thats enough of that. Shalonda and Velv have you been keeping up with the supplies for  the masses? We dont want innocent men, women and children to starve to death out there."
At this Shalonda and Velv step forward and begin to lay out what is happining on the street and Smokey Red listens yet his mind is moving at a much faster pace and he also is drawing up more plans and thinking of the fact that they will have to stay on the move...stay ahead of the government.
All of a sudden one of the brothers, a foot soldier bursts through the door and everyone pauses and reaches for a weapon before he is stopped by one of the inner guards.
Smokey Red waves him through. This man had to come through many layers of guards before he reached here and his message must be urgent for him to have made it this far.
He immediately walks to where Smokey is standing and begiins to tell him that one of the buildings about 3 blocks away has been occupied by government snipers and that they are shooting random people from its windows. No one seems to know how many of them there are and the only way that they could have gotten into the building is from below...through the sewers.
Smoked Red contemplates this for a minute before he grabs his Desert Eagle and walks to the door. He is immediatly surrounded by his people and they tell him that as their leader he should not go to the battlefield...that he is to important. He looks at them and says "I have been on this battlefield my whole life and I have not died yet so if I die today it was meant to happen."
On the way down he uses his two way radio to place a call.
"Big Ed."
"Yeah Red."
"Big Ed you ready?
"Yeah Red. We locked and loaded and ready to roll and rock."
"Good cause I am on my way down." He reaches the bottom of the stairs and walks out of the door into the sunlight and none of the guards stop him, his name precedes him. He walks over to the side door of the storefront next door and enters This storefront is actually a warehouse and it is rather large and inside there are about 50 men standing ready. Most of these men are former soldiers and a few of them come from the F.O.I. and various other aspects of the movement. Rastas and a few brothers from Africa.
They have been honed into an extremely effective military unit and they have been tested and proven.
As soon as he enters they all load onto trucks and fourwheelers and motercycles and Red climbs into the armoured vehicle in which Big Ed sits with three other soldiers and starts to talk over the mic and his voice echoes into the warehouse.
All right fellas its go time. He gives orders as to where each unit should go. They will take various routes which will put them into close proximity of the building which is being occupied.
The shield which covers the storefront is raised and they all proceed onto the street and start to split up and Red settles back and thinks of a plan.
After about 15 minutes they reach the area of the building and depart from the vehicle.
Red was in the army once and he knows that this thing is going to have to be done on foot.
They reach the area of the building and he sees bodies in the streets...an old man...a woman whose skirt rides up around her waist showing her privates. She wore no panties.
One of the brothers moves to cover her up and his brains erupt from his head as a bullet seems to come from nowhere. There is no sound of a gunshot.
Red immediately signals for the men with him to stay against the wall and on of them hands him a semi automatic rifle.

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HAMZAHFARUQ.

SOUL SEARCHING

[SOUL SEARCHING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS STORY...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5790312FD1597C58

b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi
Everyday the man would awake and make salat, after that he would go to his room and collect the things that he needed and leave the room.He was always careful not to make to much noise because his cellmate slept late every day.
He liked the morning because it was quiet and because he could watch the news before all the other inmates got up and began to make noise. There were not many muslim inmates and he did not like to fool with the christian inmates that much.
So many of them engaged in frivolous activity...gambling and talking bout dumb shit that he steered clear of them.
The guards pretty much left him alone because he kept the other muslim inmates in line and because he had filed so many lawsuits that he pretty much got what he wanted within reason. There were some guards who were mostly christian ministers and deacons who tried to make his life hard but he expected that. 
Classic house nigger shit.
As he sat at the table and began to study the case that the state had against him he woud look up from time to time to check his surroundings. He had been having problems with the christians lately...the chaplain at the jail was putting negative propaganda into the population about muslims and it was causing problems.
When he was younger he had learned a lot about war and the strategies of war and he overstood the need to have allies in every camp and some of the christian inmates were not proud of what the chaplain was doing and would show him the pamplets that they received that said that muslims worshipped the sun...moon gods and satan.
In response to these lies he had started a muslim, christian dialouge and it seemed to be working in some aspects yet there were still christian inmates who were not swayed and would try to attack him so he had to be careful.
After awhile another muslim inmate came out of his room and they began to build together...you know... teach each other more knowledge, study.
He had been elected iman and he took this duty very seriously. These men would base their spirituality in the way that he taught them and he was careful to never let his personal feelings come into the way that he dropped islam on them.
His teaching of the deen.
As he and his akhi [brother] were studying he noticed a young brother sitting at a table with a bible. The brother had come in a few days ago and was always the first one in the room where they held church and he was always the last to leave.
After awhile he kind of forgot about the brother until he looked up and saw him walking towards him and he closed his quran and stood up to meet him...to face whatever this brother was about to say.
Nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
As the brother came closer he noticed that his eyes were red as if he had been crying and what happened next really shook him.
The brother began to cry and his sobs tore through his body as he asked if he could have a minute of the mans time.
He said yes and sat down as the brother began to speak through his tears and he started to tell his tale.
The young brother was a singer and he had been in the church all his life, yet he had always felt that there was something missing and he wanted to know more about islam.
As he began to talk the brother seemed to calm down and a couple of times he stopped the man to ask questions...to say that it felt as if things were beginning to click into place.
After they had talked for awhile more inmates began to come out of there rooms and a few of them went and got the brother who was the jailhouse preacher out of his room and stood in the corner talking.
After a moment of this the brother who was the preacher walked over to the table where the muslims were and they stood up to meet them. The peacher walked over and began to ask the young man what he was doing? why was he talking to these people?
The young brother told them that he was searching and the preacher told him that the only place that he needed to search was the bible...to ask god and god would show him.
The young brother said that he had done this his whole life and that he still felt incomplete and that he was just trying to learn.
The preacher told him that all he would gain from the muslims was hell and the brother told him that all he saw every day was christians who gambled and kept up mess all the time and that the muslims were always studying and stayed away from all the bullshit that was happening in the wing.
The preacher turned and walked away in anger.
The young brother then said that he wanted to be a muslim and the man told him that there were things that he had to do first.
He told the brother to keep coming to the table and that they would give him the keys. The brother continued to come by and learn and after about a week he was givin his kalima shahada.
The first time the he called the adhan every muslim in the ummat cried it was so beautiful.



ARABIC WORDS...
b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi "In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful"
SALAT...PRAYER
ADHAN...CALL TO PRAYER
DEEN...FAITH
UMMAT...COMMUNITY
KALIMA SHAHADA...DECLARATION OF FAITH.

MOURNING THE MORNING

[MOURNING THE MORNING] WORD TOPIC CHOSEN BY HAMDIYYA DAVIS...THE WORD WAS MOURNING
THE MUSIC...YOU BETTA LISTEN IF YOU WANT THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE...
http://youtu.be/1lvC8b1_2bI

These mornings where the sun rises are so filled with mourning as darkness presses at the light.
These mournings have swallowed whole so many expectations and aspirations as dreams have been destroyed.
Lives that have been lived in abject poverty and stark reality as these days have become mired in so much pain.
For am I not my brothers keeper...my sisters protector?
As the children seem to be steered futher and futher away from the greatness of our true history.
Led away by the pied piper to drown in the waters of ignorance and indifference.
Blond hair and pork chops.
As babies die of hunger and politicians eat hundred dollar plates of food and throw whole meals into the trash.
As brothers in the club sit in VIP seats and drink away thousands of dollars while getting lap dances and blowjobs.
Things that have grown so entwined that the dividing line is transparent.
People falling into the domain of shaitan while aspiring to walk in the gardens of allah.
Led astray by the ones who are supposedly put in place to lead.
Men and women of god who have subscribed to the teachings of the beast.
Graven images and false knowledge.
While these mornings have become so full of mourning

OH MY QUEENS

[OH MY QUEENS]
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/yqUYj7f6ssg

Beauty so legendary that no tale is complete without a glimpse into the curves of your space from whence we all arise.
Dust and water molded into the most perfect vision of femininity on this whole planet.
Seen?
These lives that have erupted from the fields of flowers that are the carriers of these mens seed.
The roots of our originality as we seem to be drifting into obscurity.
Where once we walked the path of togetherness.
We now roam in chaos as men aspire to be queens...queens to be kings.
So much confusion as the voices of empresses cry out in unison.
Echoing into the void.
A memory that drifts away on the winds of deciet.
As all we once were is rearranged and erased.
The end product of slavery.
As your beauty is forgotten so shall we fall and fail to materialize.
In these last days.
Oh my ebony queens.
Oh my...

OF LOVE

[OF LOVE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...IT MATTERS...
http://youtu.be/70bJLlrdE90

If I were to touch you would I be absorbed by your skin?
Consumed?
Would I be able to stand the sight of you naked as I drink you in with my eyes?
So many years of loneliness.
Lost in the fear of losing you in some future time cause even though it may not seem so I want a lifelong love.
Been alone so long I wonder if its really worth a try as I dwell in the strokes of my pen and pencil and this art flows from my mind.
All dedicated to the beauty of the nubian kings and queens as they are led along the path of forgetting who the hell we are.
Would I fall into your melanin and be revived... pulled from the bottomless pit?
Where I stand in the cold water of all the tears of my ancestors and listen to the voices as they echo off the walls.
For I once sought love as mortal men do and was left standing alone on a barren field of crushed dreams and lost hope
As the world seemed to forget about me and the days became the years that had passed.
A warrior stranded on the battlefield of love as materialism and narcisism have left me alienated.
The things of this world will mean nothing when the days grow short and its time to go home.
Will I remember the scent of a woman when the sun sets on my horizon?
The feel of her skin?
Will I?

HAMZAHFARUQ

LIE IN YOU

[LIE IN YOU]
THE MUSIC...IF YOU MISS THIS MUSIC YOU ARE MISSING OUT
http://youtu.be/-iVkQ5TGzNI


I want to lie in you...
To stir the blood that courses through your veins and circulates in your brain.
I  want to awaken the feline in your femininity, kind of stroke your kitty to sleep.
Lick you till you weep all over the hairs that cover my chin.
Dick feels as if it weighs a million pounds as it swings so ponderously between my thighs.
Bout to be some intensity in here.
Bout to knock down some walls.
Make that clit spit all over the place...all over the damn place.
Sometimes rough and sometimes gentle as you and I take this ride.
You on top as I try to suck both nipples at the same damn time...from the back as I try to impale you into submission...hanging from the side of the bed...in the back yard.
Nutjuice and cream in the middle of the night.
A sexual lycanthrope in the light of the moon.
Want to swell a pum pum.
Pull some hair and scream some obsenities as the neighbors strain to hear.
Make you have to take a pillow to work.
Just plain be a beast...
I want to lie in you.

hamzahfaruq