[LIONS EAT MEAT]

[LIONS EAT MEAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o

From me born I knew I was different...
I knew I was lion when they lined us up like sheep...
That my chi was stronger than that as things clicked into place...
Knew that meat was my fodder... That some were destined to be food, that some of my friends would be consumed.
Africa so ingrained in my D.N.A. that the first time you told me a lie I saw right through it.
Showed me a picture of a savage and said he was me... That this is what I came from.
I looked in his eyes and saw the tragedy of our meeting in ancient times... The pain of living on a raped continent.
Showed me pictures of a blond haired blue eyed messiah and told me that by blood rite I was free of my sins... Only if I participated in bathing in his blood like the demon vlad.
Vampires and parasites.
Falling into trances and speaking in tongues as the beat took on a monotone... Dancing puppets on strings pulled by the system Babylon.
I looked to the stars and read the true tale as dropped to me on summer nights... In the dead of winter.
Felt the earth speak to me as I attained velosity and became the mote in the demons eyes.
A lion in a herd of cattle can't hide for long as they shift nervously.
I broke down into my stance as soon as I could stand... The way of the warrior... The way of the teacher... The way of the king.
Lion fall down... Lion get up... Lion try again.
Lions eat meat.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MONSTERS LOOK JUST LIKE REGULAR PEOPLE]

[MONSTERS LOOK JUST LIKE REGULAR PEOPLE]
THIS WAS WRITTEN THE NIGHT OF THE BOMBINGS IN BOSTON. AT FIRST IT WAS REPORTED THAT A LITTLE GIRL DIED. I WROTE IT IN THE FEMININE AND CHANGED IT HERE.
THE MUSIC FOR THE LITTLE ONE...
http://youtu.be/xAwKGi7PIzQ

Little boy standing in the crowd on a spring day in babylon.
Not far away lurks the beast waiting to be released in a cloud of smoke and fire.
A concussive blast.
He is gone... So sad his song.
I sympathize with his family.
Senseless deaths caused by ignorant politics and savage truths.
Out of chaos monsters arise.
Deep in our hearts we all know that guns should be outlawed, they fall to easily into foolish hands.
Dreams of power riding on a bullets trajectory.
It don't matter who got nuclear bombs that shit just don't make sense when a child starves in Africa, in Haiti, in Amerikkka...
Little boy I feel your death.
Little boy I feel your pain.
Monsters look just like regular people.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

NAKED EMOTION

[NAKED EMOTION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/XY5Xab9NmvA

Show me yo butt naked, your outside and your inside.
The brown and the pink... different kinds of candy to satisfy the insanity that befalls me as I prepare to fuck you into blissful sleep.
Back yo butt naked up to me and impale yourself on my pole of flesh that stands as living testimony to my virility... Steel ambitions of reaching the skies of your womb, brushing at your clouds and stimulating rain.
Squirting down and wetting we.
Yo butt naked is the basis for my creativity as I try to fuck you with my mind... Fuck with yo mind... Let you fuck with mine.
Make me want to bust out of my skin and blend into yours, we in co-existence as a sexual sensation.
Spiraling off into the land of fucking fantasy as your hardened nipples and standing clit bear testimony...
We, you and me in the state of butt naked where we live fucking and fancy free...
Show me yo butt naked...
Thats not a question.
Spread your butt naked for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF OUR TALE...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrYxF3BiHwSg5WdxwSMWrJg_

Sampson just sits and looks at Melchizedek, this is the second revelation that he has heard in the same day and he tries to put it all in perspective.
He looks around at everything, the trees and rocks, the water trickling over the rocks in the stream and things fall into perspective for him.
Its always been that way for him and Melchizedek overstands that.
He let’s the young man think.
He sees Samson when he looks up and he also notices the dog as he stands and growls, he sees the smoke on the horizon and Sampson stands and starts to run.
His gait is methodical and the dog falls in beside him.
Melchizedek grabs his bow and his quiver and as he begins to run he puts them on.
His camp is over 4 miles away from where Sampson lives and even though they all are in good shape it takes them about 30 minutes to reach the house.
When they do they come up on a scene from hell. The barn and the house are engulfed in flames and they run down into the yard.
There is nothing that they can do and Melchizedek is not surprised to see how even in the face of all this Sampson does not break.
He stands in the middle of all the chaos and the reflection of the flames dances in his eyes. 
A tear runs from the corner of his eye and trickles down his face hanging for a second on the side of his lips before he wipes it away.
There is nothing that he and Melchizedek can do but watch the fire until the consume all that they can, it takes hours before the embers are cool enough for them to enter either of the buildings and by that time they have put together a pretty accurate picture of what happened.
Samson walks behind where the barn stood and he and the dog start to dig in the dirt.
Melchizedek comes over and helps and they soon here the sound of the shovel striking something wood. 
They extract it from the earth and it is a long wooden box that when opened contains money and a rifle. There are also other things in the wooden box and one of these things is a black scarf that was given to Sampson by his stepmother and he caresses it a moment before putting it in his pocket.
They sit on the ground in the middle of where the yard used to be and watch the embers of the fire glow in the twilight.
They do not sleep that night and the next morning finds them sifting through the ashes of the barn and they find the remains of his parents and wrap them in a blanket which was hanging on the line in back of the house.
They take them to a hill where a lone oak tree stands and dig two graves and bury the remains.
They perform a burial prayer ,Melchizedek has taught him the ritual already and it goes smoothly.
When they are done Melchizedek walks to him and looks him in his eyes and says one thing.
"Come lets make ready."
They turn and walk away and Men and dog melt into the surrounding forest.

THIS STORY WILL DEFINITELY CONTINUE SO STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DUAL PERSONALITIES) A ONE MAN COLLAB FEATURING THE BEAST

(DUAL PERSONALITIES) A ONE MAN COLLAB FEATURING THE BEAST
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. ITS A HUMDINGER....
http://youtu.be/XDZ31YQvxWY

Jerald
The flowers smell so sweet in the spring air... a beautiful day to behold as the suns rays shine down and warm the air.
A slight breeze caressing the fabric of my being... Red Cardinal flitting in the branches of the trees such a splendid day.
I see you walk towards me and your hips draw me in on their sway.

The Beast.
I am awakened from my bored state to pound surging to the forefront.
Such a delicate dish as you walk by... I see you pushing at the fragile shell of the clothes that you wear.
So fine...
So fucking full.
My nature barely contained and maintained screams at me to pursue.

Jerald
The day comes back in a blur and I find my attention attracted to a shape in the sky.
A hawk so graceful as he rides the currents of air.
Two mockingbirds escorting him away.
I watch them until they are specks in the cloud dappled sky.
I see her as she walks towards me ,cameltoe.

The Beast
Where was I?
Goddamn look at that. Such perfect lips.
Those on her face and the ones that pout out from the mound between her legs.
Make her shorts cry out to my personality.
You know, nature of the beast and I see her spread naked on a back seat...
Her cries of satisfaction as I stroke her freaky.

Jerald.
Ants on the wing as they swarm to repopulate the winter scarred earth draw me back from his grasp.
Jumping off into the air as the birds fly by and some become a meal... the circle of life must be complete.
She passes by and her butt draws my mind away once again.

The Beast.
I feels as if I have fallen into the land of milk and honey where big booties abound.
Such a beautiful specimen a fairy ripe for the taking, I swept away follow her and strike up a conversation.
Make her smile... make her giggle.
Set the time and date.

Jerald
I see her walking away and look at the phone in my hand.
Where did this number come from?
Why does my hand smell so sweet?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

MEAN STREETS

[MEAN STREETS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...  BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/5oAcYi264WE

A bullet shatters the glass and hits the baby in her arms on its way to bursting through the heart in her chest.
She falls and drops her dying child, another case of innocence lost in the savage city where thugs decimate the places they stay on the way to becoming G's.
The people come and lay flowers, burn candles and hold vigils, return to the same old bullshit.
The bones of the baby and the mother turn to dust and the earth still rotates and revolves as the law of 360 degrees meets itself again on the road to genocide.
Preachers charging so much to bury the dead that families go into debt... Still got to give that 10 percent... Pass the plate again.
Read the holy ever changing scrolls, version and revision on the road to all this division.
Pass the plate again.
Young mother living in the ghetto trying to get by on a 7 to 5 as her children play in the men ass streets, learning how to be beasts from dudes just a few years older, cause life spans is short in the middle of the game.
Prison or the grave.
He holds the gun in his hand and marvels at the power, with this he can fuck a nigger up.
He pulls the trigger and a bullet shatters the glass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TEARS AND JEERS]

[TEARS AND JEERS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MESSAGGGGEEEEEE...
http://youtu.be/ALNF_DCg6VU

Sometimes the tears threaten to become a flood running over the banks of rivers of emotions.
H20 devoted to horrendous memories as told in slave narratives and passed on verbally.
These days it seems that everyone is running from the reality and following the tale of the beast.
Painted fiction so colorful that it dazzles like Nikki's makeup and a punk ass rapper prancing in skinny jeans.
Kissing babies in the mouth on network t.v.
Gangstalicious dreams of rising... Homies befoe hoes and the whole African nation suffers the injustice...
Another 500 years of being the nigger in the mirror... shucking and jiving... Cooning and buffoning.
Big lips and stretched eyes.
Cause the land of the free just don't ring true for the dislocated members of the African family... Cast to the four winds.
The flood cleans the earth.
The tears dry up

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY