BACK IN DA DAYS

[REMINISCENT] BACK IN DAY DAYS

THE MUSIC FOR THIS TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE...
http://youtu.be/lHMZp4SEL-0


Back in da day when gay still meant happy and a coon was a coon.
When the black man had freedom from his infamy.
Before he became the neighborhood crack dealer selling dope disguised as a thugs best hope of escape. 
Back in da day when a kid could be a kid and run free while wearing no shoes. 
Wet dirt squished between toes and a children had to beg to be let in.
Before Barbie dreams and silicone queens. Before women started calling themselves bitch and ho.
Started letting men do it.
Back in da day when the food was still kinda pure and Sunday was still kinda sacred.
When the lines were clear and defined.
When nigger was a bad word that could start a fight among black men and would get a white man slapped dead in his mouth.
Before gangsta rap and Trinidad James, Lil Wayne and Two Chains had not been loosed to shackle fragile young brains.
Lead them straight off into the land of some dumb ass shit.
Next thing you know the fad will be see through lingerie for men and they will be calling themselves faggot to show respect.
Glad this ain't back in da day and my Grandma caint see this mess.
She gone off to that last rest.
Back in da day.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BACK IN DA DAYS)
The music for this memory… Some a dat boom bap…

Back in da day when gay still meant happy and a coon was a coon. When the black man had freedom from his infamy. Before he became the neighborhood crack dealer selling dope disguised as a thugs best hope of escape. Back in da day when a kid could be a kid and run free while wearing no shoes. Wet dirt squished between toes and a children had to beg to be let in. Before Barbie dreams and silicone queens. Before women started calling themselves bitch and ho. Started letting men do it. Back in da day when the food was still kinda pure and Sunday was still kinda sacred. When the lines were clear and defined. When nigger was a bad word that could start a fight among black men and would get a white man slapped dead in his mouth. Before gangsta rap and Trinidad James, Lil Wayne and Two Chains had not been loosed to shackle fragile young brains. Lead them straight off into the land of some dumb ass shit. Next thing you know the fad will be see through lingerie for men and they will be calling themselves faggot to show respect. Glad this ain’t back in da day and my Grandma caint see this mess. She gone off to that last rest. Back in da day.

LOUD AND CLEAR

[LOUD AND CLEAR]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... LOUD AS FUCK...
http://youtu.be/ThHLJqceGTw


Round here we rolls in White Owl green sweets...
Loud and mids mixed to attain the optimum effect...
A straight shot to the head as the cough is released... explosively.
Round here if we could we would smoke a pound a week...
Cannabis sative incense, cologne and oil see.
A fucking marijuana monopoly...
Railroad tracks cross the street.
Round here it all makes sense as clouds fill the skies... 
Third eyes open and full of wonder at the total ridiculousness... The total depth of the conspiracy.
It would be a mistake to think that we who smoke are asleep...
Thats some 50s t.v.
Round here we done seen em come and go... Some fast, some slow.
20 years on a gun charge as round here we rolls one in memory...
Click of the lighter, ignition.
Round here.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

AS NASTY AS I WANNA BE

[AS NASTY AS I WANNA BE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE AND ITS HOT SO MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/QZ-WFfdScDg

You make me wanna be nasty...

I dont mean a regular nasty, I am talking nasty freak.

Explore every curve and lick at every line,

Hear you beg me to make you cum...

Again and again.

Got me fucked up in your thickness that I may never be right again...

Making me want to push off in the cushion of your existence...

Wet and liquid.

Here I am lost in the beauty of all that you do...

Such a lovely vision that the blood rushing to my dick robs my brain of oxygen...

I am swayed.

The strains of a song that takes me away and leaves me hypnotized...

A willing participant in the throes of your sexual fantasies...

The abundance of your spread.

So thick and juicy that I am enthralled by the color of your luscious fruit...

The sweetness of your juice...

A lick and a bite.

I wanna take you there and bring you back...

Lay in the layers of you and find the release...

Nasty as I wanna be.

Set me free...

Set me free...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[GET IT POPPIN]

[GET IT POPPIN]
THE MUSIC... AND THIS SAVAGE ROMP WAS WRITTEN TO THIS. YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE WHOLE POINT...
http://youtu.be/n13eMU6nhak

Damn you bout a blast to the frontal of my cerebral cortex...
I can feel you all the way down to my fuckin toes...
If I said that anyway I wouldn't be telling the truth and we can't be having that.
In my old man I wanna lay you down and show you the benefits of experience...
A moment as I make you tremble and quiver... moan and shake.
Beat that thang like an old Miami bass song... poot that thang up... toot that thang up.
Butt naked on a pole with flashing lights as Big Daddy sits back and enjoys the view...
More bounce to the damn ounce.
When I saw you, you invaded all my space and took me on an inter-galatic trip... I so fucked up in the confines of your ship.
I come at it this way cause its the truth and as I said I got to tell you that.
The beast is pressing at the windowpane of my temples as you stand in all your splendor, a chocolate delight.
A melt down on the tip of my tongue... a trickle on my tastebuds.
A shimmering vision as you vibrate the vibrant in me... fuck wit my manly mentality.
You indeed a sight to behold.
A blast to the frontal lobe of my cerebrals
 Let get it poppin.

JERLD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH PART 4 REVELATIONS

 [THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 4.... REVELATIONS
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NkEQQdKi-Q&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynrYpUpJ6-cqdQzEzMyRvJlqS


Sampson wakes and walks out of his room.
It is predawn and the day is beginning. When you live far out thats how things are. Animals wake before most humans.
The men sit at the table and begin to eat. His mother talks about some curtains she saw at the store that she wants and he and his dad look at each other devilishly.
The curtains are out in the barn and they are her birthday present.
It has been two years since the incident with the lion and Sampson seems to have taken on the attributes of the lion.
He moves fluidly and his voice is like a soft roar.
He leans back and almost tips his chair and his parents laugh at him.
His dad tells him to make sure that he is home by dinner and they exchange that look again.
Sampson stands and kisses his mother on the cheek and she giggles and hits him with the towel she is holding and her smile lights up the room.
His father kisses her a well and they leave the room together and walk onto the porch.
When they are away from the house his father touches him on the arm and signals for him to follow him. They walk into the barn and his father turns around and looks at him and begins to talk "Son I have talked to you since you were a boy and I swear you done absorbed all that anda whole lot more.
I bet you and that dog got some stories to tell." He looks at the dog and the dog looks at him as if to say "Yes we do."
He continues... "Son you know how we ended up here, and that your real mama died that day but God gave you another mama. Son we were blessed and I think you got something to do with that too. You are the best son a man can have, you listen and follow instructions and yet you have your own thing.
 I have showed you how to work with wood and you showed me some things too. Those statues you make are almost beyond description.
I want to give you something today son. Its the only thing that I have to remind me of your mother besides her wedding ring but I feel that it should be yours."
He goes to a corner and pulls a trunk from under some blankets and stuff and opens it and reaches deep inside. He pulls a small black box from it and looks at it for a second before he opens it and extracts a gold chain with a gold charm on it. He opens it and looks at it for a second before handing it to his son.
Sampson takes it and looks at the picture and his breath escapes him. This is the woman from his dreams.
"Thats your real mama son but you know that you got two real mamas son.
Son the funny thing is that I swear when I woke up I saw a man walking into the woods and he must have been an angel cause his skin was black and white, I wonder if that was just the bump on my head but I also think that that was God sending an angel."
Sampson looks at his father and he walks up to him and hugs him. It is something that he has not done in a long time and his father is stunned.
They talk a little while longer and Sampson begins his chores.
Later that morning he is miles away at the camp of Melchizedek and he shows the picture to Melchizedek and he says "Yes she was beautiful."
He says it in a way that implies that he knew her and he begins his tale.
" I heard the sounds of battle from the forest where I was hunting and came from the woods at an angle where I was not seen, I saw the white men shoot first one man and then another. I saw a woman with a small babies and the man protecting her. I saw when she was shot and fell with the baby under her. I prayed that he lived in that second. Time freezes in battle. You now know that.
The mn who was protecting the woman went wild at that moment and he grabbed a shovel and knocked one of the white men from his horse. It was at this moment that I took one of the arrows from my back and put it through another of the white devils eye sockets. That was when one of them rode up behind the black man and knocked him out. I knew I had to act fast to save him. I took another arrow out and thats when they opened fire. I was in an open area and knew I had to lead them away from the man and I ran into the trees. They gave chase but I eluded them. They knew that they might be discovered at any moment and they left. I watched as they looted the wagons and packed their dead friend and the wounded one into a wagon. I guess they figured the man would die and they left. I came from the trees and checked on the man and the baby and they were both okay. I placed the child back with his mother and went into the woods again. I watched the man wake up and followed him as he walked to the town.
Something in the child's eyes when I checked on him told me he was special and I wanted to see him safe.
I have been here every since."

If you wanna see the rest you have to let me know.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE BEASTS LAIR] HYPER-SEXUALITY REVIEWED

[THE BEASTS LAIR] HYPER-SEXUALITY REVIEWED
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGE SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/EI9knQujzJM

Once again I look into her eyes and she places her finger to her lips moves it away and says something.
The blood rushing through my brain won't let me hear it though and I press on.
I reach out and touch the puffy nipples of her breasts and marvel at the purity of her brown skin.
The sharp intake of her breath as it rushes past her pretty teeth on the way to her holy throat excites something in me.
I feel the rush as I the beast emerge and push her back on the bed and throw her legs open.
I lick at her clit, I suck at her clit, I hum on her clit.
I let the head of my preponderous appendage become the hammer and I spank her clit with it, the juice of my pre-cum merges with the fluidity of her and splashes a little bit.
I am lost to my beastly nature and I push into her...Feel my dick as it pushes past her lips and enters the sheath of her.
My sword is sharpened in the friction and I move back and forth.
Watch her eyes roll back and her mouth fly open as she moans... As she screams his name...
I take his place and continue to beat at the opening and indeed the back of her womb.
Everything that I say is sexuality as I fuck her like the wild animal she is and she purrs and growls.
These are the things that I the beast know... The secret desire to be feral and the need to release...
I am one of the gatekeepers of this knowledge and I use it to bring her freedom.
To grant her the knowing of her beauty... In her stretch marks in the folds the lines and the wrinkles.
Once again I look into her eyes from the back of his... She places her finger to her lips.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY