{LISTEN}

{LISTEN}
THE ACCOMPANIMENT...
http://youtu.be/fe06vGiTJRE

I'mma try to tickle a song of redemption from these black and white keys... Talk to you of a beautiful future if only you can see past your present...
Open your eyes to a glimpse of you not as black man and woman but to the possibility of you... of us as hue-manity... Trying to stroke your ego into a state of overstanding.
Create level playing fields where your mentality free is finally able to build pineally.
Open your eyes to you from not a BET perspective... Not a Scandalized whore on prime time T.V.
Not a dark skinned threatening nigga in a Tyler Perry movie perspective.
Not a black man can't do a damn thang for me or a black woman got too much attitude view.
And these keys be absorbing the impact of my fingers and converting them to these notes packed away in albums of poetry.
I trying to stroke some part of somebodies God psyche... Wake him or her up and make him or her invincible.
Standing poised at the brink of a new day as the sun breaks blazing in the background.
Throw some light on the situation and some fire on the rubbish...
Send it soaring as smoke into the sky to be dissipated awayyyy...
So many of us are still born slave... So many victims sent to early graves...
Cold hard steel and hot lead have the same effect whether fired from a policemans gun or your brothers as you wage a war on yourself...
Fighting each other as the problems... They seem to get worse.
As the future is painted bleak... We losing our identity, the little bit that we had at the end of 400 years of slavery.
Abrahams bones scream in dusty outrage, dry on the valley floor.
These black and white keys... These black and white keys... These black and white keys...
Sing to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, I LOVE YOU}

{CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, I LOVE YOU} 
THE MUSIC... A CLASSIC AND ITS DEDICATED TO YOU...
http://youtu.be/dgObI6h8DwE

I love you empress thats why I try to get you to see that love and sex are one...
That I need you.
I want you too feel where I'm coming from...
I am going to try to make sure you do.
Spank dat ass as you dangle wrapped round my meat.
Reach around those nipples and squeeze... pull you moaning back onto my pole... Bite you in yo back.
This need so great in the hormones of a beast...
Want to make you mine... Tell you I love you as I am melted into your molten core...
Born again in the heat of your oven... Rock hard in your kiln.
I pulling your hair and playing in yo roots... your juice... Your juice.
Nowhere I would rather be than turning you around and looking in your eyes...
Licking at your supine form as it becomes the basis for my being... The reason that I survive...
One second eloquent, the other just plain fucking nasty... I and the beast as one.
Call my name... call my motherfucking name as I suck at thy lips... As I hum on your swollen clit.
Squeeze my head with your thighs and try to get away... such a hard decision to make as I hold you tight... 
Got to hear you cum for it is as energy to me...
Push your legs back and rub at your lips... Slap my head on your clit... slide in slowly as to savor every second... relish every moment.
Fuck you till the sun comes up... Dont want you to go...
Let me tell you that I love you...
Let me show you what you make me wanna do...
You have such a mesmerizing effect...
Let me hit it from the back.... I wanna make you holla.
Please dont go.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{IS THAT A WEAVE?} TO HOT TO REVEAL IN FULL ON FACEBOOK

{IS THAT A WEAVE?} TO HOT TO REVEAL IN FULL ON FACEBOOK
THE MUSIC... YOU GOT TO LISTEN... IT ALL GOES TOGETHER...
http://youtu.be/Z7-PdQ9awKg

I love it when you leave it furry for me... cause I got a severe thing for your hair.

I loving the way it feels when I rub my hands through it...

When it is moist and saturated with your dew.

See I get fucked up in yo nappy...

I get lost in the spirals of your fro...

Both of them and I splash into your layers...

I dazed by your grown woman peeking at me from under cover...

I touch it with my fingers, take them away and inhale...

Ahhhhhh...

Your grown woman and I want to kiss her...

Tease her as she draped in fur looks so sophisticated and mature...

Love her in all her shades, from black to grey...

Can your grown woman come out and play?

She pooked up at me as I pull her back and touch her lips with my finger...

The head of my dick... 

Spank her on erect clit...

Push all the way in...

So much pressure exerted that you sink to dampened sheets...

I beat...

If it was milk it would churn into butter...

If it was cream it would be whipped...

I stirring in the makings of you...

Mixing in the diversity of your ingredients...

Playing in your roots...

See baby...

I want to play in your hair.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MORE FOR ME}

{MORE FOR ME} DEDICATED TO THE PHATNESS
TO HOT FOR THOSE HATERS

IF YOU MISS THE MUSIC YOU MISS THE WHOLE POINT

http://youtu.be/HCZZS1qbGB8

To think that they would pass you by because of your thickness... 

That fucks my essentials up...

That they would miss your juicy because of distorted notions of you perpetrated in magazines and on the stupid tube.

The lines etched into your skin by time hint at who the what we are.

I touch them, lick them and long to hear your sighs.

Phenomenal art thou...

I poised to fall as leaf upon you...

I standing as tree longing to enter you...

I existing as cum want to spray upon you...

To beat into the deepest level of your pinknicity...

Fall all the way to the back...

Paint graffiti on you walls...

Mark my territory...

So hard to remain civilised when you stroke me primally...

When you drop heavy beneath your butt cheeks...

When you turn around on hands and knees and present it to me...

It hanging plump and sweet.

When you throw your legs all the way back and I fell your womb call to me...

My head straining against its skin...

Purple and engorged...

Veins along my dick twisting like roots...

Only a fool would pass all this up.

The phat and creamy of you in dark chocolate, In mocha tones, With hint of vanilla.

Well...

That just leaves more for me...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FEED ME)

(FEED ME) THE WORD WAS EDACITY AND IT WAS SUGGESTED BY Chelle Belle
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... IT'S LIKE WHOA!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhlxxVzF508&feature=youtube_gdata_player 

Today we will address this hunger... This overwhelming need I have to taste of you.
To lick at your squishy liquid core.
I in my voraciousness devouring you mercilessly.
I must eat of thee.
A glancing dart of my tongue on your exposed clitoris.
The smell of your sex so driving in my pheromonals.
It pounding at my animalistic... Come forth... Cum forth.
The beast butt naked and exposed seeks your orgasmic threshold.
Lapping away at your glistening nectar.
Drunk on your tasty elixir as you squirm and moan.
Eliciting sweat upon thy brow.
I partake of thee.
I rooted in my edacity.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ I NAT TURNER SAW A RED SKY }

{ I NAT TURNER SAW A RED SKY }
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/zsC2bHWmsJM

I try to get you to overstand the magnitude of my words...
The pressure... The gravity.
I will die for these things that I love...
My family... My ancestory,  the future generations of my seed...
I already on the battlefield will turn to fire... To pain and agony.
I born warrior of Allah will fight mentally and physically to slay the beast...
He who has become the keeper of the machine... It pumping out lies and psychic disease.
He keeping it oiled and pristine.
I will die for these things if it means that one of my progeny will stand a chance in a later time.
If he retains one shred of what I his great, great, great grandfather said.
My tombstone covered in weeds and debris.
My words in a library where he sits among the shelves breathing of my breath. 
Speaking my words on the road to standing erect.
Third eye vision as compared to tell-lie-vision... 
I try to get you yo overstand that I don't just write these words for me...
I write them for the gangbanger, the pimp, the pusher and the hoe.
The exploited and the besieged living in a concrete jungle where the predator comes to play.
Where he gleams his slaves from... some working in the big house as big house niggas and others as the unseen.
Gotta give em alcohol and drugs or they would see the awful truth... Pour one out on the ground for that as the blue and white cruises by.
Crackers driving whips.
I try to get you to overstand the fact that to me riot is just a state of mind.
I will die for mine.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{AND EYE REMEMBERS}

AND EYE REMEMBERS}
THE FUNKY BEAT FOR THE FUNKY TRUTH...
http://youtu.be/bepsKUEALlE

Remember when I was a cell in an ancient ancestor as he contemplated the future...
Remember when you were African and the whole planet recognized you as such... There was no Chinese man, no European, no Indian.
Pacific or Atlantic see?
I once suspended in the helix as it spun off new fruit.
Once when we new ruled over Egypt and the known and unknown worlds...
Children formed of the sun and we knew that we were formed of sons formed of the sun see?.
We became Zulu... We became Ashanti... We became the Semite and the white man.
We forgot these things over time for we were a spiritual people... not easily moved by doctrine.
We grew and spread and conquered new lands... we powerful were the threat.
We carried the ability to eradicate all other races in our loins... Our seed and fruit so vibrantly alive.
Remember when we looked at the water and saw him emerge from the fog... Our son so pale see?
We welcomed him and taught him knowledge which he took back to Greece and Rome and called it his own.
He called us primitives and savages and stole our riches as he waged war... Physical and mental.
Shaka knew of his coming... See?
Cannons booming as proof of us was turned into dust... As great halls of learning burned and ships carried away our story to the Vatican and the Bastille... Great caravans spoken of in secret chambers.
Our lives were now changed... Musa and Ibrahim were made white men... Even their names were rearranged.
They came in peace while annihilating whole tribes.
They carried a cross and hung men from it see?
Made the white Jesus god and the pig meat good.
Remember when they took you young one and cast you into the belly of the beast... took your manhood and savagely your virginity.
Blood stains on wooden boards on the way to being delivered.
I in the structure of a melanated man working in the hot sun from whence my ancestors came...
I with no recollection of being free... See?
I remember when I became Nigger, Negro, Afro Amerikkkan, Black and finally African hyphenated Amerikkkan, yet still a nigger see?
 I remember all these things on a hereditary level...
Eye-stinc-tually.
Remember when they spoke of me around a fire in Africa...
See?