(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)

(BIG BOOTY IN A LINGUISTIC JUNGLE JINGLE)
THE MUSIC AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65ZOrHLUip0&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

I wonder if thou knowest that thy booty doth excite me internally... all off in the Jones in mine bone.
Making me strum these keys like Thelonious... Stroking a song from your skin...Juicy booty all the way from then to now... Dancing round a tribal fire... Covered in sweat... Red reflected in brown eyes...
In the water in Montego bay... Flickering in the waves...backlit by the sand.
Water dropping from the delicious shape of your big behind...
Wetting up my mind in thoughts so salacious that my tongue it doth grow hard... A moments flick across dry lips.
I seek to devour you... Demolish that booty and rebuild it anew... spank it... Play with it, pet it and name it something new...
Yo booty got me bout to lose my damn mind...
Thou dost these things to me when I am lost in these big booty dreams.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[GHETTO CELESTIAL CRY]

[GHETTO CELESTIAL CRY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/qeEFD_GK7n8

MAN... I CRY,
I CRY FOR THE LITTLE GIRL WHO HAD TO DIE TO FEED THE NEED TO KILL...
TO PROTECT A SECRET.
I CRY FOR THE BOY WHO FEELS THAT THE ONLY WAY TO FEED IS TO FEED... A GUN HIS ONLY TRUE FRIEND.
VICTIMS OF THE FALSEHOOD OF THIS REALITY.
TRAPPED IN A SYSTEM OF LIES THAT GOES FAR BEYOND THE WALLS OF THE VATICAN WHERE SO MUCH OF HISTORY IS KEPT SECRET... DEEMED TOO STRONG BY THE CHURCH.
IF I SAID IT ONCE I'LL SAY IT AGAIN... ALL CHRISTIANITY IS ROMAN... ALL EXCEPT THE COPTIC ZION.
THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD AND WHETHER HIS NAME BE ALLAH, JEHOVAH, YAHWEH, OR GOD FORBID GOD ATTENTION BETTA BE PAID.
AS MAN DESCENDS TO THE DEPTHS OF THE ABYSS AND CHILDREN KILL EACH OTHER OVER SENSELESS SHIT.
BODIES SO YOUNG LAID TO REST IN GHETTO CEMETERIES...
MY HEART ACHES FOR THE BABIES BORN INTO THIS SAVAGE SYSTEM WHERE ALL YOU ARE IS A NUMBER.
ONE CREDIT REPORT AWAY FROM TOTAL ANNIHILATION, YOUR CITY FALLEN TO RUINS... SPIRIT CRUSHED.
HOMELESS ON THE CORNER TALKIN BOUT WHAT YOU HAD AS A MAN IN A SUIT PASSES BY.
AN AIRPLANE ROARS BY IN THE SKY CARRYING A RICH MAN TO A BOARD MEETING WHERE HE HOLDS YOUR FATE IN HIS HAND... AN ELECTED SELL OUT...
SO BARBARIC THIS CAPITALISM.
THESE DAYS... THESE DAYS HAZY AS THE SMOKE CIRCULATES, SPIRALING INTO THE MORNING AIR.
VOICES SCREAMING INTO THE DYING LIGHT.
MAN... I FUCKING CRY ... THIS SHITS GOTS TO CHANGE.

NU'BIA

INSPIRATION. ALSO KNOWN AS CHANCE

(INSPIRATION) ALSO KNOWN AS CHANCE
The music... Or rather the soundtrack...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BzSHDIN0XI&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

I glimpsed you standing on the corner as the day progessed in its steady way.
The sun falling in revealing rays on the lovely of your skin...
An oasis to a thirsty man in the desert of these lives... so much water yet so many die wanting a drink...
Needing a drink.
Tim

e I see in your curves... Your hips, loins and the tilt of your head... A holdover alluding to when we the free lived anciently as he and she...
Spun out of dust and water.
I reach the place where you were standing and all that is left of you is your aroma...
I have never forgotten you.

JERALD hamzahfaruq Murphy

NUBIAN DROPS OF FEMININITY

CREAMY DREAMS OF SEXUAL INSANITY

[CREAMY DREAMS OF SEXUAL INSANITY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... 
http://youtu.be/1YutsD4akTE

I wonder if I have ever told you that I want to cover you in layers of my manly cream as you lay supine... 
Stand above you and splatter down onto the layers of your skin... watch in dribble into your cracks and crevasses.
I like it when you rub it in... I soaking into your skin.
Creamy me... Creamy you, dribbling all on the wrinkles of my minds... filling the valleys and covering the mountains in layers of cumming explosively.
Wet and covered in sweat and sex all fucked out and flopped out in the moment after... Sensitive to the touch as I trace the stretch marks on your belly to the center of your femininity.
Flick your button all creamy and sticky with the release of your viscosity.
Kiss your phat lips as the feeling overtakes me... looking into the creamy depths of your eyes and hearing the creamy sound of your voice as it pierces my sexuality.
I wonder if I have ever told you these things.
I wonder.

[FYAH BUN]

[FYAH BUN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS THUMP... DIS DAT FYAH... BOOYAKA SHOT...
http://youtu.be/taxsESaPwc8
Once a fire burned...
It burned hotter than ten thousand suns in varied galaxies... Hotter than the fire of a thousand hells.
Hotter than the vocal chords of a dragon ripped from a fantastic tale.
This fire leapt across the synapses like violent lightning storms... Rumbling thunder rattling the windowpanes.
Stored in the belly of an African queen and born of the ghettos of Babylon.
Fyah pon the si

tuation.
Fire and brimstone falling from heaven in cleansing rain.
Daniel in the lions den holding conversions with angels... Ezekiel witnessing to dry bones... Enoch at the edge of stars collapsing in space...

Black holes and stars going supernova in the silence of a vacuum.
Solar winds carrying the flames across whole galaxies.

Incinerating all its path... Systems gone down in burning cinders falling to various grounds in multiples of times.
Fire Burns... Fire burns.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy