[SOMETHING ABOUT YOU]

[SOMETHING ABOUT YOU]

THE MUSIC... IF YOU MISS IT YOU MISS THE POINT.

http://youtu.be/5VGw5xD-RUg

Something about you... I said something about you.

Got me so messed up inside. 

That smile...  oh that smile got me wondering if I touch you will I ignite like a match as it hits the strikepad... flash.

All up in the photographics of my mind.

Every move that you make stored away in the album of beautiful things which I only look into when I am alone in my thoughts.

Something about you reminds me of things that happened before these bodys that we inhabit were pushed from our mothers wombs.

Worlds that revolve around far distant suns...

I Picture you walking on sandy beaches as your form casts a shadow on the whispering waves.

The first time I saw you I was funked up... The fifth time my heart threatend to burst from my chest.

Such a work of art that thou art classical.

Something about you makes me wanna touch you to see if you are real...  to let you feel what I feel.

Smell your hair and digress into your skin... 

Talk to you on moonlite nights as the world continues to take us on it circular journey.

Woman you got me so dizzy... spinning on the axis of all these feelings.

I told you theres just something about you.

ITS GOIN DOWN PART 26

[ITS GOIN DOWN PART 26]
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL564FB30909F817E1

Red has been planning for this day for a long time. His mind has been like this since he was young. Possibilities and results seem to align themselves and when he was young he was the one the fellas came to whenever they had a problem or wanted to see if a caper could work.
The men walk for about two miles before they come to a stand of deep trees in the forest. They walk to the trees and in the center of them there stands Dead Meat and he has 5 horses. This meeting has happened 10 times over the past two weeks for ten different groups of men. The men change into civilian clothes and Red puts on a large hat and takes a beard from his bag and puts it on his face. He stands and looks around at the men with him and is satisfied by their appearance as well.
Dead Meat come over to where he is and says "Red you know that this is it don't you. This is where you show them you really mean business. All your roads have led to this point, this crucial juncture"
Red thinks back to the speech that he gave in the city and remembers the people faces as he talked, the way that the children had looked at him and he looks at Dead Meat "Dead Meat I know that the people gotta be free. Its time that humanity reached its true potential and I know that this thing, this fucked up system ain't did shit for us. You know I appreciate the things that you have done for me Brother and I know that you will continue the fight no matter what. Al hamdu allah my brother and fellow traveler.
The men look at each other and embrace as muslims do. They part and look at each other and there is admiration in both men's eyes. They walk back to where the other men are and Red and the men mount up and  turn to ride away, there are no goodbyes and when Red looks back Dead meat is gone.
The men ride all day and along the way Red lets his mind flow over the situation as it stands. He knows that the government has almost no means of communicating and have had to resort to older methods which the troops are not trained for. He also knows that a lot of soldiers are conflicted and are leaving the military at a rate which  has caused the military to order that defectors be shot on sight. He also knows that he has a five day window to do what must be done.
 These 50 men have been trained for rapid deployment and Red did this secretly. Not even The Spook or Flenardo knew about this and it had to be that way. None of the men who are on this mission know the whole of it. They have been infiltrating society on this side and working to fit in those were their orders. Yet yesterday a new order went out and they have all begun to move towards a central point. Each squad of men has a different strength and Red knows that they will need all their training for this mission to succeed.
As the men ride they are silent and every once in a while one of them rides ahead to check out a ridge or fork in the road. Red knows that the horse has become a preferred method of travel again. Yet 5 armed black men on horses is another thing entirely. They have a lot of ground to cover and the only time that they stop is to allow the horses to rest and drink or feed. They eat while the horses eat and they cover a good deal of ground the first day and arrive at the farm where they will stay the night. One of the brothers rides ahead to make contact and they wait for his return. Soon they see him riding back and he stops and gives the signal and they ride to him. "Sir the situation is normal" the man says and Red acknowledges him and they follow him in. The family that owns this land has owned it since slavery's end and proud of it. They are led to the barn and are introduced to the man who is the great great great grandson of the first man to own this land. He is named Horace Jolly and he is rather proud of his heritage he walks and as he walks young men come from various places and walk with them. He introduces them. They are all his nephews and grandsons and there are about 40 of them. Red can see the pride in these men and it affects him greatly. They are a representation of what he is fighting for. This pride.
The men are lead to the house and they meet his wife and his nieces and daughters. Their children and grandchildren and are allowed to shower and eat. After dinner Horace walks the men around the land and shows them the trees that were planted by his great grandfather, the stream where he caught his first fish. After awhile he stops and turns to the men and speaks to them solemnly "You just don't know how long my family has waited for this day. I am proud that I could do my part in helping you and I hope that you succeed." He looks at each one of them and they can hear the tremble in his voice as he continues. The government has become the beast and we are its food. I want to thank each and every one of you."
The men look at him and at each other as they thank him and their is a proud look on every face yet there is something else and it is humility.
Red knows that he picked these men right.
they are lead back to the farm and are taken to a large building which looks like a steel shed but when it is opened there are beds lined up on the walls.
Horace explains "This is where you men will sleep. It is where all the unmarried men sleep on this farm for now, until this thing is over. Whatever the outcome."
the men are tired from all the riding and by the time the other men come in they are asleep. They have another long day in front of them tomorrow.

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ITS GOIN DOWN PART 5

[ITS GOIN DOWN] PART 5
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL310FE30AF1EE25E8

It is now 1500 hours and Red is sitting in his room alone when there is a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
The door opens and Rosemarie enters the room. She is followed by 4 women. Two of them are black women and the other two are a white woman and a woman of asian descent.
She introduces them as they come in and stand in stand in a line facing Red.
" This is Wilma Bishop and Kiley Brown" she says as she point to the two black women. She points at the white woman and says this is Ashley Diaz and this here she says as she point to the asian woman is Sysuda."
Red looks at the women who stand in front of him and gives them the once over before he speaks.
" I want to thank all of you for volunteering for this mission. It is going to be dangerous but there is no other way to do what must be done. I will be perfectly honest and I want you to know that one or all of you may not make it back."
He waits for a reaction from the women but there is nothing but resolve on their faces so he continues.
"What you are doing here is going straight into the belly of the beast so to speak. Your mission is to go into the enemy ranks and insinuate yourselves into their camp. We need information and I see no other way but this one. I really think that it will be easier for you women to infiltrate their ranks and find out the information that we need for this movement to succeed."
He goes on to tell them the story of Judith from the apocraphal books of the bible and how she saved the Hebrew Israelite nation from the clutches of Holophernes. He can see that the story has them enthralled and he feels the pride swell in them. It is almost palpable.
He finishes and then he says "you are all very beautiful and I am sure you know how to use your charms. I am not asking you to compromise yourselves but what must be overstood is that what you are doing will be spoken of in the future long after our bones have turned to dust. You will be remembered as the queens you are."
The women look at him and the woman named Kiley step forward and her beauty almost knock him back.
"Red sir I will do whatever it takes to free the people from this system of inequality. All my life I have wondered what true freedom would feel like and now I can see that it really is attainable. I will gladly give my life...my soul for this thing to come to pass."
She stands there and Red steps forward and carresses her face tenderly. He feels the tears that threaten to flow from his eyes and looks to the side as he struggles to keep them under control.
The women come forth and gather around him as if they are trying to take strength from him and they all embrace and stand in silence.
No words are needed.
He finally breaks from the circle and steps back and tells the women to leave the room...all except Rosemarie.
When they leave he turns to Rosemarie and says "Rosemarie their lives are now in your hands. I want them to recieve the best training that you can offer and when that is done I want them to go to My cousin Raymond and have them learn what he knows. I want them to have the best chances for survival possible."
Rosemarie looks at him and her next words are so strong that they make him feel humbled.
"Red you are a good leader and I know that you never really asked for any of this but I also want you to know that we all will give our lives for you. For this fight. You have given us hope Red, and in these times that is a most powerful thing. We owe our lives to you Red."
Red looks at her and speaks " Rosemarie this thing that we do is not for me...it is for you and the unborn generations to come. It is so that no child has to ever go hungry again... To be ostracized...to be left behind. It is so that we can be what Allah really wants us to be."
Rosemarie looks at him and turns to leave the room and then she turns around "Red do you think that we will win?"
Red looks at her and then he answers "Yes."
His answer seems to satisfy her and she turns and opens the door and gets ready to leave.
"Rosemarie."
"Yes Red?"
"When you leave will you tell The Spook that I need to see him?"
"Sure Red."
The door closes and Red is left alone in his thoughts.

TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR THE NEXT EXCITING INSTALLMENT OF "ITS GOIN DOWN" WHERE YOU ARE THE STARS.
STARRING...ROSEMARIE HOWARD.... AS HERSELF
SYSUDA...AS HERSELF
WILMA BISHOP...AS HERSELF
KILEY BROWN...AS HERSELF
ASHLEY DIAZ...AS HERSELF
RAYMOND MURPHY...AS HIMSELF
DERRILL GUIDRY ...AS THE SPOOK.

HAMZAH FARUQ

[DRIFTING ON THE MOLECULAR STRUCTURE OF TRUTH]

[DRIFTING ON THE MOLECULAR STRUCTURE OF TRUTH]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE OF I
http://youtu.be/l2O7YpENesw

WELL IF I MUST I WILL PLUCK SOMETHING FROM THE MOLECULES OF THE AIR.
ESSENTIALLY EXISTING IN MY INDIVIDUALITY WHERE I BUT A MAN LIVES IN THIS VERSION OF KING JAMES REALITY.
SO MANY WHO FOLLOW IN HYPNOSIS AS DICTATED BY SCRIPTURE... CHAPTER AND VERSE.
DROWNING IN THE WATERS OF MISTRANSLATED WORDS.
AIR THAT CIRCULATES IN THE LUNGS OF ALL THINGS AS HEARTS...BEAT ... BEAT... BEAT.
WITHOUT THE TREE I AM NOTHING... WITHOUT THE WATER I AM NOTHING... WHEN THE LAST LION DIES WILL ANYONE CARE?
ALL THE WHILE PREACHERS PONTIFICATE AND OFFER LONG PRAYERS IN PUBLIC PLACES WHILE CHILDREN DIE FORGOTTEN DEATHS ON STREETCORNERS EVERYDAY BECAUSE IN GOD WE TRUST DOES NOT INCLUDE US... THE BALLOT OR THE BULLET AS MALCOLM SO ELOQUENTLY SAID AS HE ROSE FROM THE PIT OF ALL CONSUMING IGNORANCE WHERE HUMANS ARE SWALLOWED WHOLE AND SPIT OUT OLD.
TALKING IN TONGUES AND GIVING CREFLO ANOTHER DOLLAR... FOR WHAT?
CADILLAC RELIGION SITTIN ON BIG RIMS AND SPORTIN A FRESH PAINTJOB.
PEOPLE MARCHING AND CARRYING SIGNS... MAN Y'ALL SLAVES AINT TIRED OF THAT?
SORE FEET AND A BAD BACK.
IN THE MIDST OF ALL THIS I TAKE A BREATH AND BREATHE IN.

TENTATIVE SOLUTIONS TO THE BLACK PLIGHT. A DISCOURSE

Someone recently posted the question to me 'how can we move forward?" Ironically this is a question that has kept me awake for many more nights than I care to count. These are just some of the answers that I have come up with.

1st and foremost there is a pressing need for re-education. By re-education I mean that all studies to our people should be to strengthen our nation. Blacks in Amerikkka spend around 22.9 BILLION dollars a year on bullshit, clothes, hair products and other frivolous endeavers take our money while our children are educated by a system that has shown time and time again that it does not care about our interests or the truth. A fund needs to be created in Amerikkka for the Dislocated Afircan people who reside here. This fund should accept a monthly donation from any black person in Amerikkka who who wants to give. One dollar a month entitles you and your children to the same benifits as one million dollars. Your money ensures that you and your children are to be entitled to share in the rewards of this fund. This fund should br managed by a committee of people who have shown that they have the nations best interests at heart. This committee shall have to answer and open the books to any member who requests it. No one on this committee shall try to impose or otherwise use religion as a means of procuring funds, this is a movement of the people and by the people. No monies are to be taken from any organization that seeks to compromise or influence the mission which is simple, upliftment. The funds shall be used to to invest in our future. Stock shall be bought in companies so that we can exert some control over them, any money made from the stock market shall be redistributed into the fund. Schools and community based programs are to be started. The schools and programs are to follow the concepts put forth about re-education. True history is to be taught as a prelude to THE NEW AFRICAN PHYLOSOPHY. Every fact that we know about our people throughout history shall be taught, good or bad. We must not hide from who we are or where we came from. Religious studies are to be factored in but they must be true studies, not preaching, just teaching. We must keep in mind that religion has been a control method for hundreds of years. That is why our teachers will have to have studied more than western phylosophy, psychology, and theology.

2nd and this will probably be the hardest part. A change of the way we use media will have to be affected. all influences that we see on T.V., the internet, and the newspaper should be controlled by us. We need shows that are serious and that show us in a positive light. It seems that all the shows geared towards us are comedys, and shows that show us in a negative light. All informationthat we receive from any outside influences shold be scrutinized and treated with scepticism. Our daughters must learn that black is beauty and to love being black. No more blue contacts and permed hair. Our sons must learn to fight for our nation ,gangster and thug dont make you a man. A man fights for his people. it is the way of societies that succeed. True assimilation is the key, by this I mean assimilation within the world diaspora, Amerikkka has shown that we dont matter. The world is somewhere around 80% people of color. These people will deal with us once they see that we are serious. this will in effect empower us even more.

3rd we should reach out to the motherland, with the education we possess we can make the motherland strong and viable. The rape of the motherland must stop, be it by anyone black or white. It does not benifit the children of africa wherever they may be. Our goal should be to claim the wealth of our ancestors back. these are but a few of the thoughts that I see as necessary for our forward movement. These things are all achevable we just need to stop being pimped by religion, mass media, and anyone who does not have our nations best interests at heart. Once again this is  HAMZAH FARUQ signing off. Onward to the future.

WHEN [DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF THE AMERIKKAN JUSTICE SYSTEM]

WHEN [DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF THE AMERIKKAN JUSTICE SYSTEM]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/XIf2QW8jIH8

When the truth blasts from the triple stages of darkness as an evicerating light that obliterates lies told to babies in classrooms where individualism is crushed and curtailed.

When man begins to see... not as mankind but as man which is who he truly should be.

Al nas roaming in this great conspiracy where a black childs murder is just a roaring whisper... when it should be a deafening roar.

Standing on street corners and watching the beast roam rampant in our communities... urban slaverows surrounded by a suburban plantation... massa and the house niggers cohabitating in glittering towers of steel and glass.

Planes flying overhead which carry tons of dope to the ghettos as junkies toke on a whiff of false hope... blow out the smoke.

Blue steel held in the hands which holds such an awesome power as it is carressed and cleaned... freedom in its barrel... freedom in its bullet... freedom in its death.

Children who have been brainwashed cybernetically as our race loses ground kinetically falling into the pit of homogenous dreams where our story has no validity.

We but these bits of the beginnings of man and woman of African descent being manipulated into our own demise at the hands of genocide as it is preached on T.V... as it is played on movie screens and written on the pages of magazines.

Ministers of death who tell lies in the name of religion to build congregations of followers while ignoring the leaders... creating mental disease in the name of the most high.

Levels and squares and big ol G's standing in the house of God spouting insanity... standing in the senate and the house rubbing salt into old wounds and making six figure salaries while riding through our world with windows rolled up tight.

When is this shit gonna stop???

When.