THE QUEEN SHE LIES IN STATE

[THE QUEEN SHE LIES IN STATE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS THOUGHT... IF YOU DO NOT LISTEN TO ANOTHER SONG TODAY MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN TO THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/m_N63b2Tk-A

Like a pulse signifying mans existence doth she thump... Vibrant and steady at times, weakly when the nation is sick.
Her demise foretold by rappers who call her a bitch as she bounces her ass to the driving beat.
Slobs knobs while looking into the one eye.
Disrespect is now her abode as she so lovely becomes enraptured, destroying her natural beauty. 
Once she loved herself and we were whole.
Her skin now bleached and her optics blue she blasphemes the nigger that made her thus as he with closed eyes and mind chases a dream of integration between a white womans thighs... Standing erect behind a sodomite.
All she wants is a little love as once kings call her a whore and pat her on her quivering butt.
Her assets now seemingly her curse as she makes men drip from their dangling head... An allusion to her once great power, now the curse.
The pulse recedes as she fades into white...
The black nation dies as its plug is pulled... 
Life support no more for the mothers of the earth have flatlined.
We die slowly.
Beeeeepppppppp...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE FULL CUP RUNNETH OVER]

[THE FULL CUP RUNNETH OVER]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS SONG...
http://youtu.be/O12mCPA7B2c

A man sits head bowed.
Even when he was a part of the problem he knew held a part of the solution.
It implanted in he when he was just a seed in an African ancestors testicles... The eggs in an African ancestors ovaries. 
He looks back over his days, the wasted times and sighs.
So busy running from what Allah wanted that he alienated those who would have loved him. 
Now he has become a man driven and his grey attests to that fact.
Tears fall from his eyes and soak into the fabric of his shirt and they stain his soul. 
Such a curse this thing knowledge.
If he could he would give it to everyone he could, yet he has tried that time and time again, oh to be blissfully ignorant.
To not know the surface temperature of the sun or the true meaning of the pyramids.
How to manipulate time and space on a whim.
These are the things that run through his mind as he sits head bowed.
The man is sad because he knows that his kind dies alone even when surrounded by the masses, cause sheep smell death and retreat to the corner still wrapped in confusion.
Even the lion dies.
The man raises his head and rises once again on his quest to be freed from the grip of his curse.
His clothes catch the breeze of his forward movement and flap like the robes of modern day prophet.

THE RETURN OF THE LYRICAL GUERILLA
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... REAL RAP DOES EXIST MARTHA...
http://youtu.be/5M7MZh_bvjg

A lyrical guerilla unleashed on the city streets of Babylon with an unlimited amount of verbal bullets that slam into the uninvolved and make bodies dance with animated movements.
Try to run and get chased down and splayed face down on the ground with a riddled mind...
More holes than swiss cheese as the grey of a brain is released out of the front of your dome.
Covers the sidewalk of inactivity and runs into the gutters becoming a part of the reality of who the fuck we could be.
The automatic spits and claims all who stand in its path cause sometimes the innocent fall with the wicked as the guerilla runs round the corner and unleashes a furious flurry that rat a tat tats and pap pap paps...
Let the angels sort them out, he just the herald as he manifests and the staccato sound of his scroll falls from the A.K of his graphite instrument.
Becomes the cyberspill that clears a path for his footfall.
The Lyrical Motherfucking Guerilla

JERALD HAMZAH LYRICAL GUERILLA FARUQ

[WHAT MAKES A QUEEN?] A CHANCE TO MAKE YOUR POINT DISCUSSION

[WHAT MAKES A QUEEN?] A CHANCE TO MAKE YOUR POINT DISCUSSION
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/rlCJbFGOeRo

Okay after a rather lengthy discussion yesterday in the comments of one of my pieces where I blended erotic art with a write where I uplifted African women, I am still looking for answers and since I have so many women on my page I really want to hear from you and from my male readers.
WHAT MAKES A QUEEN?
Is it what she wears?
Her hair?
Perhaps attitude.
Can a stripper be a queen?
How about a woman who sells drugs?
Is it the fact that she attends church?
There are I am sure so many other facets to this question and I welcome all of them.
I really hope that you my sisters will not overlook this question since this is your chance to explain...
WHAT MAKES A QUEEN?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

[CHARCOAL IN YOUR SKIN]

[CHARCOAL IN YOUR SKIN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/lUfc7s6xP4g

Is that charcoal I see in your skin...

Carbon and water reflections as I fancy free glance at thee...

How can one so delicate be so graceful, so strong?

Able to take the pressure of me...

The sprinkles and the driving need.

So wet while having the ability to be the catalyst for so much fire that has swept planetarily...

Sweeping across the forest of humanity.

Setting some mentalities free while holding so many enslaved.

Lost in the hold of your charms formed of this earth that we trod while searching for identity.

A reason for this insanity.

We in the womb lost in primal passions while professing moderninity.

The perusal of a man...

Reflecting on the charcoal in your skin...

The beauty of our beginnings

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

MAMA DONT CRY

[MAMA DONT CRY] A TOPIC REQUESTED BY ALICIA PRICE AND DEDICATED TO MY MAMA
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN AND WATCH THIS VIDEO...
http://youtu.be/-wq3JTdTU3s

Mama I remember the things that you taught me and thats when I remember that there are things that you taught me that I dont remember.
Things that I have taught to my children that they will not remember.
Mama remember when I was a little boy and you planted that garden, how the man came with the mule and the plow and turned the dirt.
Bugs and worms came to the top and birds came to feed.
We planted the seeds and you showed me the sunflower, told me it would grow taller than me and strong.
I saw the seedlings become tomatoes and cucumbers, peppers and eggplants... The most beautiful flowers.
I in coexistence as the frogs came to eat the worms, the snakes came to eat the frogs, the cats to eat the snakes... Chickens scratching the soil.
Me and Steve my best friend as he barked and gave chase, such a loyal and dedicated brother till the day he died.
We buried him like family.
Mama you taught me that all is connected and that there are no loose ends as I savored the juice of tomatoes straight off the vine... Sprinkled with salt that came from the rocks.
From the tears that fell when things were bad... Our smiles when we were glad
Mama I may not get to say this all the time but Mama I want you to know I remember when I think of the fact that so many of my friends have lost their mothers.
Never to hear their voices again except in dreams and fragmented memories.
Mama I love you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[COUGH COUGH]

[COUGH COUGH]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS CHANT...
http://youtu.be/SRHC5xF1gs8

Off in the leaves of purple haired trees where we sit transfixed...
Third eyes shining in illuminated skies as inspiration rides the thermals ever higher... Ever higher.
Tapping at the base of heaven while living in an African hell... 
Puffs of smoke dissolving into the nether realm where angels interdimesional exist 
Tendrils draped pineal... Sparks of creativity ignited and razor sharp.
Sap of the ganja tree.
Stalk of the marijuana plant...
Buds and leaves rolled in White Owl Green.
Puff that thang and pass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY