SPEAK] WE SO SWEPT UP IN THE TALES OF OUR INFAMY

[SPEAK] WE SO SWEPT UP IN THE TALES OF OUR INFAMY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD STORY...
http://youtu.be/yCgnjmD2l98


Here we are my people lost in the tale of our infamy... what we have become as the world we live in spins out of its orbit and falls away into the coldness of space.
We the children of Africa lost in the state of non-recognition where our story is but a lie told time and time again.
Fed to babies in the bottles that we give them to live, drawn on chalkboards in classrooms where even the rat is white.
Scientifically and psychologically raped and impregnated with ignorance and fucked up philosophies.
Our condition so orchestrated that we cannot see between the notes of the song as it plays on the radio...
Strains of Allah seeking to wake us from the deepest of sleep that we have fallen into...
A stone placed at the mouth of the cave where we dwell in the darkness with closed minds and ambivalent attitudes...
Illusions of owning it all materially playing in dreams on subconcious screens where all we are are pawns on the playing field.
What was once an oak tree has now become bricks where our voice is silenced and we are shunned as we rot in a white mans prison... swing in the proverbial breeze...
All the while thinking we are free when all we are is they.
Law of the land that does not include we.
Falling to the ground like dead leaves as the winter approaches and white snow covers the whole...
So cold.
White snow...
As here we stand lost in our own story...
Infamously.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[IN DEPTH DESCRIPTION]

[IN DEPTH DESCRIPTION]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/CCiIdMTAzxk

If twenty million aliens landed on my street I dont think they would have the groundshaking impact of you.

While all the N.A.S.A. and government agents ran around in airproof suits I would still be trembling from your contact.

Woman you are indeed the antithesis, playing around in my psyche...

Freedom pitted against slavery... life against death.

My dark and my light.

See, in you I have the ability to split these words down to a nucleic level... rotate them spherically in anatomical descriptions of the magnificence of your appearance pon my optical receptors.

Spin you 360 and make known your presence.

Spin you 360 and make you see the royalness of your chocolate reflection.

All the lily white lies of the past uncovered and exposed in the depth of your charge as particulates spray into the air and disperse.

Burn away in the ionosphere of your heat and become the rain which washes whole nations and frees whole societies.

I the astronaut cosmically drifting in the winds of you as you go supernova and blast me along at hypersonic speeds.

In you am I remade again and again in the image of all that man is, was and will ever be.

I stand here woman frozen in awe...

Suspended in the radiance of your melanin meditatively.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[TOP FREAK]

[TOP FREAK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGE ROMP...
http://youtu.be/PFH_5u2C1mc

I am the worlds top freak.
I mean that in a totally heterosexual way.
I like it when we do it rough.
Booty bouncing... titties in my mouth.
You all pushed up in the corner hollering as I beat that punani up.
Wet thighs and sweat on your titties.
The worlds top freak as I pound you from behind on the side of the car.
Cars speeding by... I want them to see me drop this weight.... all up in your walls.
Me man!!!
You woman!!!
In the parking lot of the mall with your legs pushed all the way back as I swell the opening of your womb...
Big dick all up in your belly.
The worlds top freak as we do it on the floor with the curtains open... as I stand and you suck on big daddies swollen pole...standing at attention.
On the back porch... at the restaraunt as I reach under your skirt and rub that clit... I hear the sharp intake of air across your lips.
Let me tie you up and surprise you...bring you to a mind shattering orgasm.
Woman you belong to me...
The worlds top heterosexual freak.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MY FAVORITE TEACHER]

[MY FAVORITE TEACHER]
THE MODEL IN THIS PHOTO IS A FRIEND OF MINE ON FACEBOOK AND SHE HAS A WHOLE LOT OF PHOTOS ON THE WEB. PLEASE WELCOME DEEDEE CARLOS. I LIKE HER LOOK. SHE SEEMS REAL AND SHE REALLY IS. THANK YOU DEEDEE.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE AND I ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/gJg9FJEj2iM

My teacher pays me for grades...
Yep you heard me right, she pays me for grades.
One A and she shows me what she is wearing underneath... big ass and all that.
Two A's and she takes off a little more... bends over and touches the floor.
My teacher got me fucked all up in the poetry that she speaks to me... I be all caught up in the fantasy as it leaves her lips and filters into my ears.
Three A's and shit gets real deep as she reaches out and touches me... still she will not let me touch her... sparks of her light strokes as I inhale sharply... electrically.
Four A's and things get heavy... her bent over my couch... me pressing my rigid pole into her vision yet she will not open her lips.
Not the ones on her face, she makes me kiss her between her thighs before I am allowed to slide in... missionary style.
Five A's and she becomes mine and I am allowed to draw from her years of experience... the font of my erotic needs... We naked and wet as I take her and listen to her moans, as I turn her this way and that... beat at the fluid that coats her walls and squirts from her clit.
My teacher knew me the first moment she laid eyes on me... I knew her the first time I saw her...
All I needed was a little inspiration to maintain a 4.5 G.P.A. 
She inspires me indeed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THAT PHAT CAT]

[THAT PHAT CAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN
http://youtu.be/GTfPvSjWiCQ

You got such a pretty phat cat, spread your legs and let me see all that.
Phat cat hanging so sweet... all up in my big booty dreams.
Lay back and show me in slow motion as you open them big ol thighs.
Ahhhhh.
Pretty purple lips and pink flashes of your tunnel where it seems I become lost in the mushy, gooshy softness of your lust.
The rock hardness of my pole all covered in veins... stroking and probing my way to the interior of your womb... ribbed for your pleasure.
A heartbeat away from exploding as I drink of the phat of your cat.
Man in the boat standing at attention... a most beautiful clit if I may say so.
Your phat cat got me all caught up... lost in beastly degrees of digression as you bend and twist in nakedness beneath me.
On top of me in a reverse cowgirl... bent over the edge of the bed... covered in a shining haze of sweat... hollering in obvious release.
A slap of my hand as I smack into your skin and see the waves of your asscheeks crashing to the shores of my flesh.
Show me that phat cat and lets wet the bed and the floor.
You got such a pretty phat cat, spread your legs and let me see all that.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/em0stb6BFoU

Woman so complex... Makes a man wonder, makes a man ponder.
Woman echoing in the framework of all that we are... all that we will become.
We these babes that grow from a womans love, her hate and scorn.
So many take for granted her complexity, lost in lies of Adam and Eve... Mary Magdalene
Apples and trees... seven veils and Knights Templer.
Woman you intrigue as your tale is weaved across the span of human existence...
Drips and drops of you in melodic tones falling from singing lips.
Ebony and pecan tan skin tones as scribed on your surface... carved into your skin.
Beauty begins within.
Woman for you have boys became men... made transitions and manifested...
Black butterflies spreading drying wings and flying off into the rays of the distant sun.
Slaves to your charms.
Islands of plenty glowing on the horizon as we the ships float in the vacuum of so much dead space...
In the blackest of night where even what is revealed is hidden... in the forest of mankinds laws.
Woman you have the ability to build and create... destroy and tear down... soothe the savage mind.
Whole nations exist in your passing... in your awakening.
Lost in the complexity of your complexion.
Intentionally.


JERALD HAMZAHFARQ MURPHY

[INSIDE AND OUT]

[INSIDE AND OUT]
the music for this one. be advised it is hotta dan dragon fyah...
http://youtu.be/

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If I could right now I would write my way under your clothes... tell you the things that I want to do to you.
Display my beastly nature.
Yet it is not ordained that I speak to you in such a manner at this time so I say these soft words to you.
Words designed to play on your beauty... to allude to your strength... to cast an allusion of your illusion as it plays in the theatre of this and all these lives.
I sit here with all my primitive emotions bound in restraints as I see you in all your splendor while I drink it all in... sweet liqued across the receptors of my optics... invision the ambrosia as it saturates my perception.
I want to write my way through your body and end up behind you standing so close as I whisper in your ear... melt you with the heat of my words... change your world.
I a mage of indescribable power as I weave a picture of we standing clothed in the sand as the waves lap at our feet and I show you parts of me that no other has seen... shush, shush, shush, go the waves as the sun falls and the moon rises.
You a queen of amazing beauty as your heartbeat becomes the drums that my words dance to... ancient rythms played out on black and white keys.
Keyboards and synthesizer drumpads that pay homage to the true beauty of you in all your regality... 
Fully clothed...
A queen.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy