[WE BORN ON A STRETCH MARK]

[WE BORN ON A STRETCH MARK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN AS YOU READ...
http://youtu.be/2GNzEeuVaN0


You told me you hated your stretch marks and I reeled... Picture me falling crumpled at the end of a swoon.
I placed my hand on your belly and begged you to never feel shame at your natural tattoos so lovingly etched into your skin by beneficent Allah.
I took my finger and traced a line as I told you of Nut and of Nefertiti and our relation to Hebrew Israelite... Another line of the Zulu as they fought the tyranny of powdered wig wearing racists with terroristic intentions...
I talked of Toussant, how he drove the French out of Haiti and formed the first and only African navy.
How he died locked away by a cruel dictator...
The white man still hates them for that, makes them pay by denying them aid... Denies them asylum in the of land of false democracy.
Funny how the root of that word rhymes with demon.
I put my lips to your navel and spoke to your womb of your amazing ability to grow large with child as your skin glows like the most luminescent and lovely moon in a winter sky.
Your stretch marks are the map to you and I... Born in a forge where angels stood in attendance.
I cursed those who made something so natural into an ugly thing... I took my tongue and licked the chocolate of your skin and felt your sigh...
A taste of the essence of all humanity.
That black line down the middle the division of our hemisphere in this day and time.
So many Warriors, queens, dreamers and prophets defined by the lines of your stretch marks.
So many lives that owe their existence to their formation...
Your stretch marks are the promise of new life and the reminder of who we are...
Wear them oh empress with pride and grace

[META-MORPH IN MELANIN]

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[META-MORPH IN MELANIN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE...
http://youtu.be/KfoYUfzIir0

You have the ability to consume whole nations in your metamorphosis... Butterfly emerging from yet a new cocoon... Spreading even more beautiful wings
Alien species introduced into new environments where your beauty transcends to new levels each and every time.
You are the prototypical... the Anti-typical... The most beautiful vision of femininity ever placed on planet earth...
We dwelling in the nappy roots of the hairs on your head where double helixes point to black beginnings on Tanzanica's plains.
In you there lies proof that they lied in history class at rigged high schools... They lied in Sunday school and at the movies.
One look and the proof is right there at the tip of your nose, so close it would make you cross eyed if you looked at it directly.
Whole societies that owe their existence to the milk that was given to babes as they suckled at your breast in the most ancient of villages.
Your colors the myriad of the spectrum... A prism of living flashes of vibrant life...
Here we are in the future of yesterdays past.
Captivated by your vivid.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[CHEATING HEARTS] FEATURING SARAH BAP JOHNSON

[CHEATING HEARTS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS COLLABORATION...
http://youtu.be/5YTOROHDOow

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Thinking about u as I lie in his arms 
As sweet as he is to me 
What is a rosé without its thorns? 
I try to find reasons why he should be my One and only 
But I think about u n how u make me feel 
N still with him I feel so lonely 
Kisses don't mean much 
Unless ur tongue is dancing with mine 
A mere shudder from jus a touch 
Don't feel the same 
Unless ur hand is slowly moving down my spine 
But the heartbreak that u cause me 
He does a fine job to heal 
N all the matters of my heart u won't tend to 
I know morning, noon, n night 
He will 
He listens to me crying 
He is fascinated in the exploration of my mind 
He comforts the lil girl in me 
N helps me see 
When I become too weak n blind
I am his inspiration 
He is the diamond in my bracelet 
Wherever I and love r 
He is not too far behind chasing
N with all this said I am still thinking of you 
The way u stop me mid sentence with a mere glance 
Ur eyes piercing thru to my core 
Body caught in a trance 
Soon bodies caught up in the rapture 
That time slows down just for us 
So we can capture 
Everything n nothing at all 
When I'm with you 
I know I'm going to fall 
But it's onto ur cushion of lies 
That break my hearts fall 
A heated passion between secret lovers 
Is the reason ill always answer to your call.....

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I want to take her from his arms...
She makes me swoon when I am in her perimeter...
Such emotions doth she bring surging from the core...
Her in his arms is a little bit of death to me...
At night as she crosses my mind I sigh in these visions of her next to me...
Lying in my bed... Her smile a light in the darkness of this life...
She the vision of being at one...Complete...
These things that I want to say get consumed in the moment that I see her...
The mere fact of me being in her presence... Her presents?
I so mixed up in the feelings that boil in the pit of my stomach.
Frozen and suspended in the tone of her skin and the brown in her eyes...
The way words seem to take on new meaning as they fall from her lips...
Call me a fool for you and I will answer...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SARAH BAP JOHNSON

[LUBRICATED OPTICS] DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF KALEB QURAN MURPHY, MY SON

[LUBRICATED OPTICS] DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF KALEB QURAN MURPHY, MY SON
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/1m8_if3Zu7M

Once a day dawned so grey that I wanted to die... I welcomed the arms of the reaper... Begged for their embrace.
The clouds echoed my tears a billion times as the drops of rain drove to the ground... Ran away in rivers of liquidity.
One day I thought that I would never see color again... A smile would never cross my mind... Food would never pass my lips.
I held you in my arms for the last time and looked to the heavens and dared the angel of death to come back and take me... I would wrestle for your life.
One morning so full of promise falling into chaos and disarray as I realized that one of mine was gone.
Though Allah had given you to me I did not want to give you back... So selfish of me to think these things into the atmosphere.
You were born of the cosmos so you shall never truly be gone... Sometimes I close my eyes and I see your face still my son...
A gift from Al Mubdi, created from seed and egg and placed under my protection and care...
Al hamdu illah for the chance to have smelled your hair... To have felt your embrace... To have heard your voice.
Lubricated are my optics as I speak of these things.

AL MUBDI: THE ORIGINATOR
AL HAMDU ILLAH: ALL PRAISE IS DUE TO ALLAH

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

OF SEX AND WAR

 [OF SEX AND WAR]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/p9f2eeO6_w0

Since the day I was born to the art of the knowledge of sex I have wanted to fuck my way into your makings.
To kiss of you, to taste of you...
To drink of your sea...
To drive home my war hardened need... The ejaculate of my seed...
Rejuvenation in a stratification of sexual storm completely formed... looming on the horizon...
Take your clit into my mouth and manipulate the palpitations of your heartbeat...
The sighs and moans that escape your lips and ring off the walls bear testament...
Since the day I realized that we were created for each other have I studied the art of kama sutra... lyrically and physically...
The ways of the beast... The ways of a gentle-man... All off in the sensuality of you...
This beat... This beat...
Practice of the art of love all off in the lines of you...
Cum dripping like dew. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.

[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