NUBIAN DELIGHT

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots 
THE FUNK FOR THIS COLABB... IF YOU KNOW HOW WE DO IT YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/WfjnCGqSj3M

P
My heart beat lost time
Time and again I find
I'm lost caught out alone
My heart has no home
I've tried to give it away
Pieces of me fell astray
I'll never retrieve them
Spat out like phlegm
Left on the sidewalk
Outlined in chalk
Dead woman walking
My silence is talking

J
My heart is an abyss of mixed emotions
When I look inside
A shudder and a sigh.
My heart broke a long time ago
Memories grasp a hold
Seeking... seeking
The sound as it shatters
So like the tinkle
Broken glass under streetlights
A man unleashed walking in Cibola
Hear me think

P
Is there a place for empty souls
Is there a land where they go
And seek out their existence
Create some semblance 
That resembles normal
My hormones
Scream as loud as my heart
Sometimes one in the same part
I walk away somber
No longer
Human

J
Is there a place for dead thoughts of love
Do they pile up like dry bones
Waiting to be ground to loves dust
Show me where reality begins
Fantasy ends
My scars speak of trials and tribulations
The sum of the whole
I wonder
Does love
Exist


JERALD MURPHY AND PUSS IN BOOTS

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER FUCK IT]

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER F@&# IT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS...
http://youtu.be/3jf9BNFYYl8

As you know in my capacity of being a shit talker and just general nuisance I have made a lot of friends and enemies. I also have met a lot of people who have affiliations which make it impossible for them to openly say what they want to say.
From time to time I am presented with topics which are totally ripe for discussion. This is one such topic and I dont think that I could word it any better. it concerns our youth and I really would like some feedback on this one. We may help some people who dont know the things that we know so here is the main discussion but as we know it may branch out any kind of way here at Hamzahs page.
"The topic is...Sadly! The discussion is sadly, black people could never survive another slave trade. We'd be eliminated faster than the Native Americans because our men have abandoned their women and families and our women are letting the streets raise their kids. We're stuck...falling victim as prey because we're too predictable, easily molded and falling for the same traps over and over again... prison, politics, preachers and crabs. Why isn't there MANDATORY curriculum starting in sixth grade to groom our young black youth to take the PSAT, the SAT, the ACT, and fill out financial aid paperwork? Instead of MANDATORY State testing, why not take that away and make the PSAT, ACT and SAT our mandatory tests in high school? Why not MANDATORILY FREE to underprivileged youth? Why don't they have a MANDATORY course to make sure your FAFSA is filled out? Why not mandatory classes for young, underprivileged youth to understand that it's actually easier for us to go to college than our privileged counterparts. There's free money out there for us. Why isn't there a mandatory class to teach us how to research our ancestry to find any Native American lineage in our blood lines? If there's proof, your children can be granted a scholarship to attend college free. Why don't they make it mandatory in schools for the underprivileged kids to fill out a Pell Grant application?"

Thank you for the topic anonomous person. This is really somthing to think on.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND ANONOMOUS

[REVELATION ON A CITY STREET]

[REVELATION ON A CITY STREET]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/crAzIQ2BILY

The man walked with his head held high as he seemed to just emerge from the shimmering waves of heat.
One minute he was not there and then he was.
Even though he was silent his entrance was deafening as the people who were living their daily lives on the sidewalks and in the windows of the shops all seemed to notice him at once.
There was something peculiar about him it seemed. He seemed to radiate light as the sun shined on his skin but the light was wrong.
It seemed to come from the sun and his skin. 
He paused and looked around at the buildings and the people as if they were alien to him and the tattered clothes that he wore seemed to become something else. Where once there were holes and dirt it was the prettiest color that anyone had seen. 
To the old lady with the umbrella and the little dog it looked like a red so deep that she could taste it like tart cherries on here tongue... to the young man with his pants sagged it was a blue so pure that he felt as if he could drink it and his thirst would be quenched.
The wino who stood up off of the step that he had just finished drinking a fifth of wine on saw an angel with a cloak of golden fire and he sank to his knees as all his worries seemed to take flight... never would he drink again.
The man raised his arms and the sound of everything went silent as the birds circled over his head and seemed to ride thermals that swirled from his fingertips.
The day became the most beautiful day that any of the people who now stood enthralled had ever seen and a song seemed to coming from the air... no from the ground.
From in their minds played in tribute to the oneness of man... to his duplicity.
For a second it felt as if everything that ever was, is and could be was right here, right now.
These are the things that they saw.
A pregnant woman on a bus stop heard her baby speak from in her belly and it felt so right that the man sitting next to her spoke back.
The man stood in the middle of the intersection and opened his mouth and when he spoke it came from the depths of all space as he said
"It is time."
They all heard.
He turned and his clothes became tattered remnants again as he walked away with his head held high.

" GIMME SOMMA DAT" A PUSS N BOOTS AND HAMZAH COLLAB... EXTREMELY EROTIC

" GIMME SOMMA DAT"
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WET SLIPPERY RIDE...
http://youtu.be/w2D2Md1RCTI

J
I want to fuck you black and blue.
I want to linger in the folds of your manifestation.
take you away as you ride my thickened pole.
engorged and swollen to fill your walls
feel your walls.
flesh slapping flesh savagely as we unleash

P
I want you to take command
Make my sex your demand
On hands and knees
Begging please
Pain before pleasure
Or pain begat pleasure
Your fingers indent my hips
Your taste on my lips
My wish 
Beat the pussy raw

J
Aww shit now you talkin to the beast.
A pussy pounding fool.
You on bended knees looking at me as you swallow.
Swole pole.
Push them legs back to the bed.
Stand up in that thang.

P
Yes Papi
This pussy
Needs a man up in it
Get it Papi oooh yessss get it
I need palms on thighs
Look in my eyes
And feel the texture of my walls 
Hear me as I call
Your name
No shame
In this fucking
Dick so deep you gutting
Ripping through walls
And I take it all
I'm a woman Daddy
Fuck me 
wildly, deeply, madly

J
I like it when you call me papi.
Just plain invigorates the southern in me.
All that pretty pink pussy.
You like when I trill on that clit?
Some Dr Freakenstine shit.
Itssss aliveeeeee!!!
I want to see that pussy as it dangles.
neath them ass cheeks.
All fruity and thangs
Spank dem ass cheeks and get up into the heart of the matter.
A pussy fuckin fool.
Committing guerilla warfare.
Beware... better beware

P
I'm not scared Papi
Deep dick amazes me 
My kitty drips in anticipation
Awaiting your evaluation
Is it fat enough for you
Do my thick lips entice you
Make you want to lick
Make you wanna feel it quint 
Dime Papi
Tell me
I'm ready for war
Make the pussy yours

[TAKE IT BACK]

[TAKE IT BACK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS . THIS IS WHAT THE HOOK IS SAYING:
Honey, Honey up in the trees
Fields of flowers deep in his dreams
Lead them out to sea by the east
Honey, Honey food for the bees...
http://youtu.be/nKnZUT304CA

[TAKE IT BACK]
Keep yo swine as it clouds the levels of young minds.
Keep yo education as it scrapes and scratches at the whitewashed walls of it beginnings.
Keep yo religion as so many follow so blindly while all around truth shines in the brightest of light.
Bask in the sunshine as a son shines in splendor in the knowledge of self as defined by Allah.
Keep yo gold system that has lead to the formation and fall of great civilizations as the people become mired in having more... just a little more than their neighbor.
Keep yo Houses packed right next to each other as people hate each other more and more each day ... tenements and apartments stacked to the skys.
Keep yo police inna babylon... yo courts inna babylon...
A moment a silence for Trayvon and all the others who done died at the hands of the system... ignored and swept under the carpet.
Keep yo shit.

A FLOWER IN THE MALL. AN EROTIC WRITE [18 AND OVER ONLY]

A FLOWER IN THE MALL. AN EROTIC WRITE [18 AND OVER ONLY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshhFxkasUUAfxoiHvRs

When I first saw her I said 'I'll eat your pussy.'
She smiled and said 'you know how many times I've heard that shit, it aint never any damn good...so what else can you do with your tounge. 
I thought for a second and said 'I spit fyah ass poetry.'
She looked at me and said ' say a poem for me.'
'Allright, I got a new one for you empress, its called
"SO LIKE A FLOWER YOU ARE.'
I SMELL YOU AND YOUR FRAGRANCE IS SO INTOXICATING. IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS CROWDED MALL YOU ARE THE FOCAL POINT OF I.
I SPEAK IN BROKEN WORDS AND METAPHORS, SYLLABLES AND SYNTAX TO BRING MY WORDS INTO FULL BLOOM IN THE FERTILE SOIL OF YOUR PASSIONATE MIND.
AS I GLANCE INTO YOUR AURA YOUR BEAUTY PERMEATES INTO MY VERY CORE, SOAKING INTO MY OPEN PORES.
SUNSHINE SEEMS TO EMANATE FROM YOU AND THEN I REALIZE THAT IT IS BUT AN ILLUSION. OPTICAL IN ORIGIN. 
YOUR SKIN SO SOFT LIKE THE PETALS OF THE LOTUS FLOWER AS THEY FLOAT IN AIR TO LIGHT UPON THE SURFACE OF THE PLACID WATER OF A POOL IS BUT A RESTING PLACE FOR THE RAYS OF ALLAHS SUN.
CAN YOU DIG THAT DESCRIPTION?
THE FIRST BEAUTIFUL THING TO APPEAR ON EARTH WAS PROBABLY A FLOWER SUCH AS YOU, SO FULL OF LIFE AS YOUR BUDS OPEN TO GREAT ANOTHER DAY.
SO LIKE A FLOWER ARE YOU.
She looked at me and then she just took my hand 'Come on' she said and we walked to the doors of the store. We crossed the parking lot and she stopped at an SUV. The back windows were tinted and in the dark thay were almost impossible to see into.
She opened the rear door and climbed in and bekoned for me to do the same. I got in and closed the door. She took my hand and placed it under her skirt. Her panties were soaking wet.
She looked at me in a most demure way and said ' You see what you did to me?'
I just looked at her and nodded. I pulled her panties to the side and gently pushed her back and licked her clit. She arched her back and I could hear her nails as she scratched at the carpet. I licked her until she came on my questing tounge.
I then stood up on my knees and unzipped my pants and took out my throbbing dick. Her lips were so soft and her mouth so warm that I almost lost it right then and there. 'Damn this was good!' I thought as she struggled to take my full lenth into her throat. Yet I wanted her pussy. I pushed her back and placed my hands on the back of her legs and drove my dick into her. She cried out and I felt my dick slide into her womb and I fucked her so hard that the smacks sounded like slaps as she dug her nails into my back. We both came at the same time and we screamed together as we reached our climax.
She looked at me and said 'What is your name?'