[THE CHOCOLATE OR THE PLUM?]

[THE CHOCOLATE OR THE PLUM?]
THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU CHECK IT OUT...
http://youtu.be/Q6qcSF3PPPw

Your essence...
Chocolate?
A plum?
You sweet, you juicy.
You melting on my tongue...
You dribbling in the hairs of my beard.
I nibble...
I drink...
My taste buds react to the chocolate of your skin...
The juice of your flower...
I fall into the complexity of your flavors.
Way more than 31 as from you have been birthed billions.
A lil flip on the dip of you released in memories of you...
The chocolate...
The fruit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[STRONG LOVE TONES FALLING AS MIST] DEDICATED MY AFRICAN SISTERS

[STRONG LOVE TONES FALLING AS MIST] DEDICATED MY AFRICAN SISTERS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS IS MY ROOTS SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/_2-DDQQ-eOM


She like mist descends and covers my lands.
The hills and the trees.
Drops of her falling from leaves to forest floor.
I soaking in the dew as it runs down a blade of my grass.
To her I owe my existence and she owes hers to me.
She evaporates into the skies of my atmosphere and floats as the clouds in my fields of blue.
Falling as rain she fills my rivers and lakes... flows to my spacious oceans and seas.
Our relationship so intricate that it has never been clearly defined.
Not by psychologist, psychiatrist, preacher or bard.
I try but it eludes me as well.
She like mist descends.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 5 OLD TIES

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 5 OLD TIES
THE SOUNDTRACK...


Smokey is out in his barn making horseshoes when he hears a sound and walks to the doors of the barn to investigate.
He sees 4 white men on horses and they ride up to where he is and stay seated on their horses.
He waits for them to say something and the one who is on the horse closest to him says "Nice place you got here boy."
"Why thank you sir."
The white man looks around before he continues and he says "You done good for yourself nigger."
As soon as the word nigger escapes his mouth Smokey realizes who he is and turns to run back into the barn and get his shot gun but one of the white men has rode around and blocked his way.
Another of the men jumps off his horse and approaches Smokey but the years of working iron has made him hard as stone and he swings and knocks the white man out.
When he turns he feels the lasso wrap around his body and it drws tight and the white man spurs his horse and drag him from his feet.
He hollar's as he falls and the white men yell and laugh as he is dragged on the dirt.
Melinda is in the house and she hears the commotion outside and runs out of the house and into the yard as Smokey is being pulled by the white man on the horse and she just reacts.
She picks up a stone from the ground and throws it at the man who is pulling her husband and it strikes him on his arm and he turns and sees her and yells at the other men to get her. 
They jump from their horses and chase her down and bring her to where her husband is lying tied on the ground. She falls on him as if to protect him but the white men pull her away as the first white man to speak and who seems to be giving the orders walks over and kicks Smokey in the side.
"You know why I'm here nigger don't you. 
You and that painted nigger killed my brother and now you gone pay."
He looks at the young white man with him and says "Go and wake that boy up and bring him over here."
The young white man does as he is told and the two of them walk back. The one who was knocked out is leaning on the other and he is still kind of out of it.
The older white man looks at him and says "Boy this here is one of the niggers that killed yo pappy."
The young man pushes away from the support of the other and walks over to where Smokey is and pulls his pistol from his holster and slaps Smokey with it.
When Smokey wakes he is in the barn and he hears his wife crying. 
He is tied down and he hears his wife crying.
He look to the side and he see's her tied naked and spread and he fights the ropes that bind his arm to no avail. 
The older white man walks to him and says "Good thang you decided to join us nigger. We got somethin special for you and yo wench here.
He looks to the young men who are paying a whole lot of attention to the naked woman and says "Y'all boys ain't never seen no black pootang befoe have ya?" They just look at the Matilda greedily.
"Well my pappy always said the best one to learn on was a nigger wench. I guess its time y'all learned.
Gone get y'all some.
The 4 white men take turns raping Matilda and she screams as they rape her in her ass.
Smokey is helpless as this happens and he cries out in rage as it is happening.
When the white men are finished with her they turn their attention back to Sampson and one of them goes over to the fire where they have placed a rod and he pulls it from the fire white hot and walks to where Sampson is and drags it across his skin and the smell of burning flesh fills the air and Samson screams our in rage and pain as Matilda weeps in the background.
They torture him for what seems like hours but is really only about 10 minutes before one of them takes another rod from the fire and pulls his pants down and thrusts it into his anus. He dies and they stand around him and piss on his body.
The oldest one picks up his pistol and walk to where the cum covered black woman is and shoots her in the head.
They steal anything that they think has value and they load their horse with loot from the house and the barn.
Before they leave they set fire to everything and ride away.

  AS ALWAYS IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE REST OF THE STORY LET ME KNOW.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

CYBER SEXUALITY

[CYBER SEXUALITY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS JAUNT...
http://youtu.be/2KAqrHHxfhA

Baby I want to make cyber love to you...
All these miles just make me want you more...
So fucked up in my feelings right about now.
Show me a glimpse of what I want to see.
A peek of your pretty panties and a hint of your thick nipples and I rise.
Such a rush of blood to my swollen member that to ignore it is to suffer the worst kind of agony...
Show me... Show me.
Such a scintillating vision thee...
The dew that glistens upon your nether lips causes me to stroke and lapse into fuckspeak.
Spank that pussy for daddy...
Whooo motherfucking weee.
Such a beautiful vision on a computer screen, on an android device as we become connected robotically.
Wet juice and sweaty bodies in 2d electronically.
You scream your imminent release and I feel mine as it surges from my nuts to the base of my swollen dick.
We come together even though miles apart...
You my cyber love.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[STRAIGHT TO YO MOTHERFUCKING DOME]

[STRAIGHT TO YO MOTHERFUCKING DOME]
THE SLAVE SONG FOR THIS VOYAGE IF YOU MISS THIS BEAT YOU MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/6wcoGL6Ga5o

As I blast this fyah pon the theoretical beast who holds so many enthralled...
He hidden by the lie democracy and spoon feeding bullshit in public schools...
Children educated to be a slave and a porch monkey...
All bout the clothes, the car and massas job...
Rebelliously selling dope and going to prison...
Led into institutional slavery...
Raped minds force fed religion in white images...
Eyes taped wide open.
Contrary to common sense the people eat it up as they pledge a flag that flew when black bodies designated as cheap swung from oak trees...
Picked cotton and bore masters children as he preached damnation and hellfire.
Snuck down to slave row to get him a little bit...
This fyah rains from the urban nightmare called the ghetto where thugs come a dime a dozen and nigga you ain't shit...
Where all a bailout means is that you gone hear it on CNN...
Feed the flames... feed the flames...
As I blast this fyah.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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.