[TITILLATION]

[TITILLATION]
THE SOUND PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND...
http://youtu.be/yh0rGbd5vsg

Here alone in my four cornered room I find myself wanting to lick of you.
To suck passion marks on your heart and thighs.
Make your pussylips swollen and your clit grow hard.
Take you to erotic heights where all that exists is the moans the sighs and the sweat of our passion...
The smell of sex as you wet gyrate on my tongue.
I licking my way into the corners of your mind where your sanity resides...
Take it and stroke it tenderly as I take it to the limits of all your reasoning...
To the door of insanity as I kiss it and lay it down...
Push your legs as far back as they can possibly go and hum a slow song...
Taste of thy cum as it wets your walls and spills forth , onto my lips, onto the hairs of my beard.
Your cries the basis for my being... Your juice so sweet flowing from your liquid depths.
Your nipples the dark berry dangling from life's tree as I pluck them ripe and nibble...
Fill myself on the flesh.
Trace a line down your stomach and flick a soft beat on your pussylips... pull them apart and stick my finger in...
Find your g spot and massage...
I need to see you squirt... It gives me strength... It gives me energy...
I a sexual vampire.
I who have lived so long because of your elixir.
I sitting here alone in the dark wanting you as so many queens alone sit in their four cornered rooms, wishing for a man.
I want you...
I need you...
I must have you...
Can I?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE TALE OF THE LOST MADONNA AND THE NEW NIGGAS}

{THE TALE OF THE LOST MADONNA AND THE NEW NIGGAS}
THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/6J-vzhr1vzc

We having lost our base find ourselves in these modern times trying to rebuild...
We having forgotten that together we can overcome any obstacle as the black women say they don't need the black man...
The black man saying he does not need the black woman and our children suffer, our diaspora suffers the devastating effects.
So sad that so many of us having fallen victim to miseducation, tricknowledge and church endorsed homosexuality have forgotten these things.
That without you there is no me, without me there is no you and we begin the gradual descent into non-being.
Falsely believing the lie that we originated in slavery and teaching it to the babies from birth...
teaching them that's all their worth.
That our black skin is a mark of shame. that its a curse as we lead them to the hair store and the plastic surgeon.
As we falsely believe that we could be the children of Ham as preached from the white and black Christian pulpit...
We will die of false research and ignorance.
Once you were my Madonna and I found comfort in your embrace,
Once you were my base and I yours, upon it we built great cities, great civilizations.
Now it seems that our lives have taken separate paths that all lead to ruin.
So many of us having been birthed from the holds of slaveships, from the rape of black queens, from the tel-lie-vision.
The pyramids crumbling in air tainted by pollution, we crumbling to dust in air tainted by false rhetoric.
Our base once square has lost it definition.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE SCRIPT KILLA} FREEFORM COMBINATION FROM THE LION DOJO COMPOSED OF MANY STYLES
THE SOUND OF THE ETHEREAL BEING HE ERUPTING FROM REPOSE...
http://youtu.be/sekVJO0bl6E

This is that skrilla... that real deala that blasts from the mind.
This is that pure fyah which will burn through your soul and leave ashes which spawn new growth.This that y'all motherfuckers ain't ready for me that flows from my chest free.
Wayyyyy out there as I wave my hand and stars glittering fill the darkness of your mental skies.
A sigh as you wipe your eyes and breath the vapors... Somma dat straight gas rolled in a green sweet white owl... Loud and obscene.
This that
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And that speed up.
This that skrilla guerilla script flip.
This that.

PARTICULATION 
Dust in the light floats
Such a panoramic prism
Gold reflections glint

From where I'm from a prison with no walls in the city Tallahassee called Springfield Arms but better known by its street name Joe Louis Street Projects...
From where I'm from we live hard... From the babies to the old people.
Been to many other places and done shit you might know bout, some shit you don't... some shit just plain made up as they tried to lock me away for three life sentences.
I stayed hard even in the toughest times, even when they tried to kill me by any means available.
From where I'm from people still dream... Dream of being free from the stigma attached to an address, 4 little numbers with so much meaning stamped in the back of an escapees brain... 1700 still remains. Bricks, blocks, wood and concrete...
I looking from a hill stand square as I remember seeing a man die, seeing a woman cry, seeing the children in the window as a man took their mom doggystyle.
Prisons dont always have walls.

LIONS BREAK FREE
A lion does not surround himself with tigers or dragons...
A lion surrounds himself with lioness's.
It is in this manner that lions remain lions.

I man who erupted onto the scene born of the need...
The need to survive as we subjected to the mentality genocide became the joke.
Laughed at on T.V. in full view as the men dress as ladies and the women act like bitches.
As some walk down city streets with their pants dropped to their knees... How you a soldier if you holdin up yo pants when you fight?
The brutal reality will stomp you down... Bury you beneath this foreign ground which absorbs our blood and sweat.
We got to be still around for a purpose as so many wait for divine intervention... The hand of God to smite our oppressors down as they spit vile stew from the pulpit and the pew... From the podium in the courtroom.
And what would you be? A painted ho or a bitch ass nigga serving life in the penitentiary... A king or a slave.
I spit hot lava flows as a result of my eruption.
I form new lands in the middle of savage seas where once we traveled in the belly of the beast.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MAN STANDING ON LOVES FLOOR}
THE SOUND OF MAN SPEAKING UNTO LOVE...
http://youtu.be/mh094YhoCyE

And of Love I would ask, Wherefore art thou?
What cloud dost thou lie behind, I roaming the desert alone?
Love as thou inhabit the skies, the water, the dirt.
Love as thou dwell deep in my Lion heart.
I and love standing on the floor as adversaries, as old friends, as inspiration.
Love dost thou hold a tear for all my pain, would I implore as the winds of change whip around us.
As it whips the threads we wear.
A hat to shield us from the driving dust that the air circulates.
The blazing light of all this weight as it blasts onto our retina's.
Love in his manifestation as clear as the calm day.
Clarity in the midst of chaos cause Love don't change.
Love remains the same.
A remainder of all these things that have transpired over a millenia.
The harbinger of our deepest secrets.
I man would speakest these things to the being love as we stand at the foot of long shadows waiting for things to change.
My hand would I reach toward Love seeking to touch its solid core... to attain some of its peace in the midst of all this turmoil.
Love the cause and the cure.
Love the only way.
Love thou art the most beautiful conundrum.
The answer and the question.
One and the same.
I shouting these things while whispering unto Love.
The sun setting pon the desert floor as I and Love converse.
Bitter enemies and best friends.
Love would I implore...
Dost thou hear my roar?
These things wouldest I man Speak unto Love as day becomes night.

{PRESSURE DROP}
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES PURE PRESSURE
http://youtu.be/fLzWwme1UUg

Speak to we across the void...
The void of being ripped from our mothers womb and transplanted as sub-hue-mans...
Speak to we of the things we have lost, our hue-manity ripped to savage shreds and ground as dust into the very ground.
A lion roaring into the blackness of all that we are begging of these things... He begs these things.
He alluding to the blood of I brethren which calls from the dirt.
Make them pay for what they have done, a child awakening to a new dawn.
The fear of speaking these things as we traverse these barbaric lands... Rich and po got two different doors.
Gave we white religion to set themselves free, gave we a western education to eradicate we.
Speak to me of the power which flows in we veins , of the the potential in our mitochondrial dna, the melanin in we skin.
The spirals in we hair that contains spirals alluding to the cosmos.
Talk of the ones who have died at the hands of we brethren, the guns, ropes and choke holds of police in Ferguson, New York, and Tallahassee.
The ones who just plain got tired and finally laid down.
In mind and body... Just plain ass tired.
Speak to we in stereo so that the bass thumps and the treble tweets into we soul music so sweet as we dance around the tribal fire.
Warriors and Queens, little bitty babies and the elders.
Reflections in we eyes.
Tell us of stretch marks on a mothers belly as she bore children who would never be her own... The devastating reality of the system.
The eviscerating beatdown.
How we can rise.
We beg of thee to speak of these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

The following verses are from the bible...
The book of Deuteronomy...
 32 Your sons and daughters will be given to another nation, and you will wear out your eyes watching for them day after day, powerless to lift a hand.

It goes on to say...
49 The LORD will bring a nation against you from far away, from the ends of the earth, like an eagle swooping down, a nation whose language you will not understand, 50 a fierce-looking nation without respect for the old or pity for the young. 51 They will devour the young of your livestock and the crops of your land until you are destroyed. They will leave you no grain, new wine or oil, nor any calves of your herds or lambs of your flocks until you are ruined. 52

And in closing...

 64 Then the LORD will scatter you among all nations, from one end of the earth to the other. There you will worship other gods--gods of wood and stone, which neither you nor your fathers have known. 65 Among those nations you will find no repose, no resting place for the sole of your foot. There the LORD will give you an anxious mind, eyes weary with longing, and a despairing heart. 66 You will live in constant suspense, filled with dread both night and day, never sure of your life. 67 In the morning you will say, "If only it were evening!" and in the evening, "If only it were morning!"--because of the terror that will fill your hearts and the sights that your eyes will see. 68 The LORD will send you back in ships to Egypt on a journey I said you should never make again. There you will offer yourselves for sale to your enemies as male and female slaves, but no one will buy you.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!!!
THE MUSIC OF A MOST SMITTEN MAN...
http://youtu.be/NxP2OZkxGGg

Damnnnn!!!
Woman you make me wet...
A teardrop in your honor that drips from my phallic eye.
For you I would Guerilla Jack a whole army, crush it like so many fleas.
You my dear and that fabulous ass have smitten me and I swayed find myself dizzy.
For you would I sing a song in the most beautiful falsetto,scribe the worlds most lovely poem.
It so magnificent that a scholar reading it in the year 5017 would find his breath catching in his throat.
Pure astonishment at my level of commitment.
You the cause of so many wars and such desolation all because of two four letter words... Love and lust.
You and your remarkable ability to make me see beyond the parameters of this paltry existence.... Past , present and future merge as that ass sashay's past and I am swept along floating on the bounce.
Wanting to drink of your fount.
My phallic eye I would wipe on your thigh... use to explore thine depths, plunder your booty.
As I said before... Throw you down and Guerilla Jack that thang... Stand and let my hard thang swang.
Kiss your neck and whisper of my intentions... a savage beat on the drums of your inner ear.
Bring all your senses into play as I place my hand between your spread legs... touch of your moistness.
Rub my fingers together to test the viscosity.
Sniff it to test it purity.
I having fallen victim to the illustriousness of your vision.
Damnnnn!!! 

{NAKED} THE STORY RETOLD
THE SOUND AS WE BORN STAND NAKED AND LOOK INTO EACH OTHERS EYES...

 http://youtu.be/J0QQJfPi3ps

He awoke in the garden and she was looking at him...
Her eyes were like the sun, flecks of gold in the brown and he drawn in found it hard to breathe.
He stood naked from the earthen floor and she stood naked too.
Such a sight she was and he praised Allah.
Transfixed was he by her curves they seeming to explain so much...
The stars, the constellations and the 360...
He spoke to her and she overstood, spoke back and the words fell as music upon his eardrums.
Fire dancing across his synapses.
He stood naked and showed her the land, the animals and showed her water where she looked at the surface and saw her face.
The minnows beneath the skin as they flitted away.
 Her scent as fresh as the morning breeze wafted across his nose and he reached out to her, felt her softness as it molded against his skin...
She fitting him and he knew...
He would stand with her forever for they lived so long before the original sin...
A day, a millennium, ad infinitum.
 So strong were they together.
Nothing could stand in their way and they named the plants and the animals...
Found comfort in each others arms as the sun fell and the moon rose.
This was when it was all so simple... There was only Allah and man...
No religion, no war, no death of hue-mankind
This was before maybelline and perms, pedicures and contact lenses,,,
This was before he held a gun and killed his own kind...
They naked had everything...
He looked into her eyes as he stood naked and the story began.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY