THIS NEW NUBIA

THIS NEW NUBIA

PARTY LINES

[PARTY LINES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE OF UPLIFTMENT...
http://youtu.be/HptEPcm3aXM




Cora
One party two party three party four
One for the rich none for the poor
You say my math is off no it’s just fine
The poor have been exploited since the beginning of time
Politicians don’t love you no matter how you vote
Look at the policies they shove down your throat
They divide us by race they divide us by class
Yet some continue to give them a pass
Demagogues all regardless to party affiliation
Which is why this country is in its present situation
You love the incumbent because your party tells you to
But you don’t agree with any of the laws he pushed through 
I’ve always voted this way is the excuse that you use
And that my friend is why you continue to lose


J
One party, two party, three party, four.
A whole bunch of bullshit and nothing more.
Propaganda to feed mushy mentalities living in altered realities...
A system of the have and the casualties.
If it all came down to it a politician would sell yo ass out...
They've done it time and time again... without a doubt.
Patriot acts where inner cities have become terrorism zones...
Taps and fiber optic microphones all up in yo homes.
All the while all you seeing red, white, and blue...
Living as if you don't have a clue... silly fool.
You want to be free you got to get your own...
Sorry I had to say it but leave the current system alone.
See I can't see you holding my life in your hand after what happened to Nat Turner... what you did to Martin Lee Anderson... The murder of Trayvon.
I know my station... 
I refuse to lose.


Cora
Democrats Republicans Independents too
None of them give a damn about you
But they’ll play their cards so that you can pay their bills
Because at lying and manipulating they have godlike skills
You let the media do your thinking so they have total control
Your mind is the only product that’s being bought and sold
But you don’t believe it you say you are your own man
Yet have no foundation on which to stand
You can’t even tell me why you vote a certain way
Except to quote what the newsman has to say
Wake up little boy you’re losing ground
Wake up little girl do you hear that sound
It’s the sound of your future destruction don’t be confused
Only you can make your life better not the politician you choose


J
A whole mess of a political stew...
Kind of smells like some stinking poo.
Got young soldiers carrying the bag in Iran and Afghanistan as it goes all according to plan...
Wolf in sheep's clothing all off in other folks lands.
C.I.A. and FBI involved in all kinds of intrigue...
Dead dreams of life, love and liberty.
Education is miseducation and the classroom is the killing field...
In Amerikkka its all about the yield.
Amber waves of grain swaying in the acid breeze... purple mountains majesty...
Sounds like a fucked up acid trip to me.
Seems like a whole lot of people need to get off the dope and attend a rehab...
Get clean off of the needle of false hope, stop smoking them slabs.
Kick this pimp in his ass and send him on his way...
Today.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy and cora scott

[UNDER THE PECAN TREE]

[UNDER THE PECAN TREE]
THIS IS THE MUSIC... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN
http://youtu.be/wFoKqnk0jmM


In the shade of the pecan tree they discussed life and all its consistencies and inconsistencies...
"Why massa got to have so much? Why massa think he knows whats best for us... Fuck massa!"
In the kitchen as they talked they said "massa shole is good to us... least we aint working in the fields like them other niggers.
In the dining room massa sat back from his big ol meal and rubbed his belly as he reached over and patted Annie on her fat nigger ass... life sure was good.
As time went on the niggers in the field went to work in factories and restaurants, dug ditches and shoveled shit.
In the shade of the pecan tree they drank beer and cursed loud... confronted massa as he rode by in his blue and white car... Fuck massa!
In the boardrooms of the corporations they tried to talk like massa and forget that they too were just niggers... They swore allegiance to the republic and wore Gucci and Prada... drove iron man Audi's.
Played golf on the same course as massa as he talked about them other niggers... "Don't worry Jim you aren't like them."
Big ol nigger smile.
In the shade of the pecan tree they saw massa as he fucked the prostitutes and bought the crack... did all the shit that didn't make the paper... saw the police turn massa loose.
"Man this shit is fucked up." they said as guns flooded the ghetto and life became cheap... all the young black men wanting to be thugs.
Little girl lying dead on the hard concrete, victim of a drive by... mother crying to the cool blue sky.
"Why oh lord?
WHYYYYY!!!
A young man the victim of the neighborhood watch guy... black life but a byword in the newspaper as day by day we are they... another dead nigger on a stone slab.
In political circles they wear the mark as they wrangle with legalese and sell their own people short... somebody has to be the slave... glad it ain't me.
Platinum credit cards and diamond cuff links.
In the shade of the pecan tree they watch it all and comment on the sad tale of the house and the field nigger as the tale winds down.
Fuck massa!




jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[HELLS MAELSTROM]

[HELLS MAELSTROM] A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/jiCbN0oSfeQ

I grew up in hell so every day I know where I am...
Veiwed as inferior by my teachers, viewed as inferior by the police... by society...
Its a miracle that I am still alive.
Every day that I wake up I know that I am in hell...
Evil manifests itself in so many forms... gunshots in theaters and on streetcorners...
Lives ripped from the stream...
Hell fires that burn in Afghanistan... Hell fires in Pakistan ... Hell fires in hallowed halls of justice that burn in judges minds as they sentence men according to race... financial position.
Every day I wake I know that I am in hell... poor people who want for medical care as the doctors play golf and buy yachts... send their children to ivy league schools.
Demons that stand in the house and senate... debate on presidential levels... promises that wither in the burning heat.
Crack dens and meth labs... guns and prostitution all to feed the beast as the beast gapes his jaw.
So hot the acid in his belly... fire and brimstone.
Every day I look at the tell lie vision I know that I am in hell.
Men dressed in the guise of women... Women who lie with women... sodomites fighting for equal rights as the end draws so near.
They who alter the altar of flesh that was givin by Allah... lying under the knife.
Rushing to a certain end.
Hell the abode.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

WE

{WE}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/pJfIy81lYIs


We... you and I are the impossible brought to life by the hands of a most gracious Allah.
He who knows our form better that any scientist taught in any school.
The first man was formed naked as was the first woman from the thought... Be.
He... Creator of the spark that ignites in the synapses... that beats these hearts.
For what are we but super computers governed by electrical impulses...
The tree can be manipulated but can man make a seed... a blade of grass from the sun and the soil?
From the moment of conception to the time of death we are but carbon and water in living form.
A breath as angels stood by magnificent in radiant fyah... wings that covered the sky.
Across the burning sands of time... across the waters of the parted Red Sea...
Secrets of the ancients in our unification as we are kept at odds... Fed a mass media reality propagandous in nature.
Our moment so short as history repeats itself over and over... knowledge gained... knowledge lost.
From us nations have spawned and been crushed... From us civilization sprung.
Ages of stone, bronze, iron, and steel.
Prophets who stood on mountaintops with the wind in folds of robes speaking to the amassed masses...
Prostrated as bushes burned and messages came from the very molecules of the air...
Died at the hands of the congregation as they followed the words of man.
All these things so impossible to imagine are but truth contained in mans cellular structure.
Black is the sun... black are the sons.
We.

[WE MY PEOPLE] DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY

[WE MY PEOPLE] DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY
THE PHOTO IS CALLED A DROP OF TREE..
PLEASE CLICK ON SEE MORE TO READ THE POEM
THE MUSIC FOR THIS THOUGHT...
http://youtu.be/rxbeB-Fvago


We my people are family...
Born of the blessings of Allah...
We my people have been through so much... all these lives... all these deaths.
We find ourselves fighting in such a trying time...
Our children watch.
Our family so rich in talent... so rich in wisdom... so rich in knowledge... the system recognizes.
We need to be whole... we need to be...
These tears that tinkle to the keys are reminders that life is fragile, family is really all we got and that new lives join our family even in these times...
Babies contained in amniotic states of growth.
We my people need to remember that we came from strong trees rooted in the annals of time...
Even when seperated we are a formidable force... together invincible...
Men of God... men of Allah...
Women who are queens standing strong against the ravages of time.
What are we if not parts of the whole... remember the elders who now lie in the ground... remember the children that we have lost.
We my people are family...
We my people hear these words...
We my people are strong...
See?


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[I LOVE ME SOME THICKNESS]

[I LOVE ME SOME THICKNESS]

MAN IF YOU DONT LISTEN TO THIS SONG YOU ARE REALLY MISSING OUT...

http://youtu.be/5NXdJlf_Suw

I WROTE THIS PIECE BECAUSE OF MY COUSIN ELIZABETH JOLLY... SHE SAID THAT SHE THOUGHT I DID NOT DO BIG WOMEN BECAUSE OF THE PICTURES THAT I POST. 

WRONGGGGGG....

I love me some thickness...

Big ol booty and just some thunder thighs...

Big women have the prettiest punanies...

Sitting so pretty with legs pushed back.

Bent on all fours

The other day I said I like to see it wet... legs extended in the air.

Damn big girls have me all fucked up.

Lost in the thick of all that you hold secret in a dress... so damn splendid in some booty shorts.

Lay back and let me play on your playground with my hose... swim in the ocean of yo
u.

I feel the pressure build at the bottom of my scrotum... in the heights of my mind when I see the big beautiful of you.

Walk by and I just want to hold all of that... smack that big ol ass.

Do the things to you that make you call me a freak.... call me big damn daddy... scream into the pillow.

Holler and push my head away as I taste of your honey spot... fill you with the cream of sum yung guy who has aged to perfection lost in the depths of all that you manifest...

Show me your big...

I love to get lost in some thickness...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY