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Thursday, January 10, 2013

[CAUGHT UP IN THE FORMATION]


[CAUGHT UP IN THE FORMATION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/ultUCC1-7Y0
Let me sink into the carbon in your fibers and write you anew...
Scribe into the particles of your particulates... 
Reach into the dust of my graphite scroll and pull you out clean...
This script that comes from the nature of these things as relative to our situation...
Reach into your womb and pull out a new nation as formed of egg and sperm in the blooming tree...
See?
Eye see...
You found in the air, the water and the florals as they flow from distant memories of we as one...
Let me peruse you as I draw you out in lines and words...
Sketch you and shade you in...
Pull you from the tail of the comet as it streaks by in flight... 
The trail of a meteorite on a cold winters night where the wind whispers of our past...
Bring your beauty to bear witness against those who doubt your uniqueness...
Flying strokes of blinding pencil strikes and smooth rubs lovingly applied.
Carbon and graphite...
Thus are you formed.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[ DIS DA SOUTH] SOUTHERN GUERILLA LYRICS


[DIS DA SOUTH] SOUTHERN GUERILLA LYRICS
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS URGENT SOUND...
http://youtu.be/VgpHFE2LWzg

Dis da south... We do it like dis... we rolls on the finest wheels and make the hardest deals... Dis da south where we kick in does and put punk bitches on da floe... Down here knowledge is hard to attain... A major Christian brain drain... In the F.L.A. we live in the crotch and legs of these United Federated states... Haitians, Cubans, and po ass ghetto motherfuckers trying to get ahead... Dodge a bullet to dey head... Dis da south where if you ain't from round here you will get fucked up... left on the sidewalk stankin... Betta keep ya game tight cause you will get busted... Caught slipping on a sunny day in the middle of the street... Dis da south where big booty is queen and everybody got a scheme... a bitch a steal yo dream... Go back to Pompano with all yo shit... now yo ass broke dick... A neighborhood trick... 10, 20, life on a trumped up gun charge and now you lookin from behind prison bars at the Florida sun... A prisoner guarded by the gun... Don't run... Dont run... Dis da south... World of Disney and M.G.M... Downtown Orlando ain't nothin to get fucked up... Indian casino's and pretty beaches... Coconuts and mangoes... Kangaroo courts... Dis da south where we say roun heah... finta... and man that shit is fucked up... Poke chops, grits and cornbread... Muslims down heah dat don't fuck wit dat swine... Dats how we do it down heah. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

[RAIN FYAH PONNA BABYLON]


[RAIN FYAH PONNA BABYLON]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/fIRopgZ43tc

You lock I up to de next man and march I and I till I brother die.

You beat I, kick I and feed I swine.
You put I naked on de auction block and lead I into the smelly belly of your ship.
You slave I till I die, my seed from him born.
You rape I mother, I sister, I and I wife.
You a bumbo claat liar and I a tell you to you face.
You want I a salute them flag that fly when I and I a slave inna you field.
When I and I in segregation was a born inna me grandma house.
When K.K.K. bomb dem babies in a church inna Birmingham.
When dem system dem set him free.
When the Government bomb the M.O.V.E organization inna Philly.
Shit swept under dem rug
You a beast in a tree piece suit Babylon.
You a lock I to de next man and stand I fore you judge.
I and I a speak my piece.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY


Tuesday, January 8, 2013

[AS THE CLOUDS RACE ACROSS THE SKY]


[AS THE CLOUDS RACE ACROSS THE SKY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MUSE...
http://youtu.be/llPVQgm5yZ4

Looking to the sky as the clouds races across the white and blue... Streaks of shaded grey.
From whence doth all this come... Wonder at the beauty of a day born of Allahs grace.
In our bones that hold us erect... Our musculature.
Sinew and viscera...
The makings of all man... All woman.
This heart that beats in synchronization in true love.
A blast of air the breath that ignited this spark... eyes opened in the moment of birth.
We in motion and at rest the living testament born of ancient scrolls.
Angels stirring, fire essence.
Prophecy that has morphed into hypocrisy far removed from pure beginnings.
The real intent.
Clouds racing across blue skies.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, January 7, 2013

[IS ANYBODY OUT THERE LISTENING?]



[IS ANYBODY OUT THERE LISTENING?]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU MIGHT NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS TO STAY CALM...
http://youtu.be/GB1sU7tVWyg?t=1m36s

In this the year 2013 we find our selves at the beginning of a new solar millenium confronted by the problems of the past one.
Religion and stale ideologies still hold us back. At a time when we have the most information ever at our fingertips so many choose to remain ignorant.
We,  and by we I mean black people, still trust others to tell our children the truth while we continue to lie to em too. Hold them back from being all that they can truly be. While we know that the world has a negative view of us we still infight over minor things like skin color and class, destinctions designed to keep us held back. 
While our children are being miseducated we hold back valuable information and it shows in ways that we would never have expected. I mean why are there so many damn car washes in black neighborhoods, so many hair salons? Why is it that when you ride through black neighborhoods you see so many expensives clothes, cars and shoes. We seem to wear our wealth on our back, drive it around town while giving nothing back. receiving nothing.
Drinking ciroc and hennessy cause you think it makes you look big in the club.
Most of the items that we wear or buy do not benefit our neighborhoods in any way. Once we spend that money its gone and will never see a black hand again for a while and when it does its only gonna be around a short time.
Why is it that you who were born of  system of slavery and segregation cant get a business loan or even build an apartment complex in your own community? Its always some big corporation or other ethnicity that comes in and buys the land and builds the places that we live. Most of the time while paying rent to feed this system of inequal capitalism.
The other day I talked about how drugs have and are being introduced to our neighborhoods by the same government that we supposedly pay to keep us safe. Politicians and police all on the same payroll as the big dope man. You know him. He is the one who never gets caught cause he is the system.
It seems that the more like a jungle bunny we act the bigger the hype grows and now we have become the infamous... shucking and jiving all the way to being excluded.  So many of us who have made it to the top forget where we come from and our children suffer for it cause no matter where your ass lives, in the city or the ghetto they are sucked in by the hysteria of who they should be. Real niggers with no substantial substance. Silicone ghetto Barbie dolls
No idea of who they are and where they came from. Ask them if they know who Marcus Garvey was or even the Jena six and they could not tell you a damn thing and that happened only a few years ago. It seems that black people have been affected by a form of short term memory loss where they end up marching and singing for the same damn thing over and over again.
Thats our fault.
Back in the day when a black man told truth the same thing happened. Look at Martin Luther King for instance. His own people in his frat and his church were his biggest enemies. it was only when his movement gained steam and was endorsed by the white man that they jumped on the bandwagon... All the while making very sure that the were facing the camera.
Yet Martin kept pounding home that truth. Even gave his life for it. So did so many others to numerous to mention. I bet they are rolling in their graves.
See I may write about a lot of things but I write it all as a black man to my people cause thats who I am. I really dont give a damn if a white person ever reads a word I say as long as I get through to one black person. Wake his or her ass up.
 A here we are at the beginning of a new solar millenium still stuck on the stupidity of the last.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

Sunday, January 6, 2013

BEASTSPEAK


[BEASTSPEAK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/DU4Feo9LG2k

Urgently doth this hard beat in mine blood... Maketh I want to beat in thine.
A quick trip through thy veins... Right before I explode through thy ventricles...
Cannons to the left of thee as thy walls are breached and fall to the rushing horde of mine soldier.
One as mighty as a whole army... A beast laying siege to the city of eroticism.
From the land of beateth a pussy located somewhere on a demented plane of sexualvision.

His name doth not matter for he hath only one purpose... 
The plunder of thy treasure vault... The plying of thy booty.

A beast hath been loosed upon thy lands and he is calmed only by one thing... The beating of your pink as it encircles his engorged member...
Holding on oh so tightly...
Fucking in the halls of the castle of thy dwelling...
Lace curtains blowing in the breeze...
Urgently.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Saturday, January 5, 2013

TO THE BLACK WOMAN



[TO THE BLACK WOMAN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... AS ALWAYS A MESSAGE

These thoughts of you leave me prone on the floor of overstanding... The fact that you have been there all along.
You formed to be the companion of Kings who have now been brought to their theoretical knees by theological inconsistencies.
By systems of false hopes and dreams... Acura's sitting in the yards of rented homes... The parking lots of massa's jobs.
The "I HAVE A DREAM" speech looped into the feed for one month out of the year as the children are fed the same old advances again and again.
You have been there all along as the world called me boy and nigger and kicked me dead in the ass...
What have I done to deserve your loyalty?
When we were created did Allah know all the things that we would see and where we would be... Were we the seed that he spoke to Ibrahim about in the book of Genesis?
400 years of the most oppressive slavery ever perpetuated in human history... Its lingering aftermath.
You have been there all along as I was a pimp, a dope pusher and a politician... Formed to be my companion... I to be yours.
We so in need of each other as our people commit thug genocide in the parks and prisons... On street corners where so many boy's become shattered men.
As so many of our sisters run from what is true beauty to wanting to live the Barbie dream... Fake blond hair and blue contacts.
Fall in love with each other because of our perceived weaknesses... Who we have become...
Warriors made into false representations of man.
Got to give it all back.
You have been there all along.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY