[BOUT THAT TIME]
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS MODE OF THINKING...
http://youtu.be/K4ev18Z4QnQ

Its bout time we put in some work... Not for the crips or the bloods or Joe Louis street per se but for the legacy of who and what we are.
Its time we built some pride, See?
Bout time we crumbled some walls and dispelled some notions... Did the whole trod down Babylon, Seen?
Some of that Joshua music that resonates sonic and tears asunder lies, leaves them drifting in the breeze change as weightless as a grain of dust.
Bout tine we as a people rolled up our sleeves and put in work to build monuments to momental men and women... Built some cities where we can get some rest free of white stress.
Bout that time.
Its bout time we stopped prescribing to a political system that will never work for us cause all we are in it are pawns.
there is no black King or Queen and the president is just a big version of the aforementioned pawn, the first to die in a game where he is not recognized as change.
Just a nigga in a white house where policy don't see the black man as man but as beast.
Lambs led to the slaughter.
Is bout time we thought back to before slavery... Before the slaveships...
Bout time we remembered that we are the people spoken of in ancient scrolls...
We are the hated and despised for being the original... The prototypical.
That from our ancestors seed were all men created... White, Indian and Chinese.
Yep I say its bout that time and I am vilified for these things that I say... Cause I wanna save my children and grandchildren.
Cause I love my brothers and sisters...
Cause for them I would straight buck like and A.K. in a war zone.
Cause I like Shaka would lead us against an empire.
Cause I feel its bout time we put in some work.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DO YOU WANT TO KNOW ME?] THE TALE OF THE PUSSY LOVING BEAST.

[DO YOU WANT TO KNOW ME?] THE TALE OF THE PUSSY LOVING BEAST.
THE SOUND OF PUSSY AND THE BEAST...
http://youtu.be/UA09ya8mtW0

I have been known to suck pussy till it busts... Nut covering my face, pussy juice dribbling down my chin.
Her thighs wide open as she pushes my head back... Spraying and writhing, whimpering and moaning.
I have been told that I swole her lips, seen them fat and puffy.
She ask's me why I do her like that and I answer...
I like to see a woman cum... I like to let her know that I love her mind and her pussy, her ass and her tits, her stretch marks and her dimples.
That I want to show my gratitude for allowing me to see these things... To drink of her wine.
I have been known to push her down and take that pussy as she walked by me in little bitty panties.
Ass cheeks hanging out and print so phat... My mind humming as I lose all control and give in to the beast...
Visions of conquering her body and permeating her soul with my seed.
Yes I have been known for these things.
I have been known to pull up her dress and rip her panties off in public just to show her that that pussy while hers is mine... Just to fuck with her mind.
Bend her over, slide my dick in and fuck her just a few feet away from the unawares.
They lost to the pleasures of sexual freedom.
I have been know to fuck on buses and back porches, in swimming pools and oceans, upside down and sideways.
I have been called a fucking fool by those who know my secrets... Those who have experienced my pressure as it is relieved...
Squirts of semen dribbling on face, titties and ass... Dripping off of ass cheeks.
I see these things as she bites her lip and entices me... As she open her legs ever so slightly and reads a book.
She knows what she is doing and my dick... Oh how it swells.
I have been known to fuck her till the sun rose and the moon fell... As the moon rose and the sun tinged the sky pink, lavender and purple.
As her belly rose with the promise of life.
I have been know as a fucking freak and a bad boi... As Big Dick and explosion... As thrust and kinetic motion... As the one who left that pussy sore.
I have been known...
I have been known.
Let me show you my ways.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LUCID WET DREAM QUEEN]

[LUCID WET DREAM QUEEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ROMP...
http://youtu.be/uuw9df7qtsw

I go to sleep at night and there you are again... I have known you so long...
I have kissed you in your most intimate places... Rubbed you till you came hot and wet on my tongue.
I have seen you on your knees looking up at me as you swallowed my swollen dick.
As you spit on it and swallowed it again...
Made me pick you up and throw you back... Heard you cry out into the night as I entered the sanctuary of your pinkness.
As I in your womb stroked the itch... As I with my hand rubbed your clit...
Reached under you, grabbed your ass cheeks and ground deep.
My body yours, your body mine.
We having been lovers across all the years...
You having let me do the things to you that I read of in books... Saw in movies and dreamed of trying.
Your pussy tight and wrapped around my dick... Your ass bouncing against my stomach... Your titties hanging down.
You the most fantastic fantasy have changed hair styles, faces and body types for me... Thick and luscious, Skinny with the most pretty pussy lips that hung down... a long clit that I sucked as you screamed my name.
Nipples that I twisted and licked.
Pussy hair that lay down... that jutted out from your pelvis as afro...
You my dear have fucked me when I was in basic training... When I was in jail... when I couldn't get pussy from anywhere else... In public as people looking at us walked by...
In private where I played with your curves as they undulated beneath me... As you rode this dick and I felt my nut rushing to fill your womb...
You fade away...
When will I see you again?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[YOU MY WORLD] A HYPERSEXUAL JOINT
THE SOUND OF WHERE WE ARE...
http://youtu.be/cvV09D4IjR0

There you go, got my mind spiraling to the planet orgasmic where I existing protoplasmic drift in your seas...
Newly formed in the warmth of your forge would I crawl to your shores and lie on your beach... Plow through your forests...
Plunder your booty.
My mind in hyperspace passing by all these things, life and love and I reach out and gently touch the petals of your flower...
Suck in my breath and bring it to my nose to partake of its scent...
Inhale it and lick out my tongue... Trying to taste of its vibrant color.
It having the effect of marijuana suspends me so hypnotically...
I high on you drift past galaxies... Stars rushing by.
Soft is the light that glows from your skin...
I thirsty drink of your pool and it tickles the nature of me... The eloquent beast and I utter your name...
It ricocheting across my valleys... It echoing into the recesses where I reside waiting to be inspired.
An astronaut on a journey across light years and untold eons... Suspended in mine animation.
I looking at you from great distances... I looking at you up close...
I absorbed in your pores... In the little lines and creases in your lips...
I swept along float on the images as they take me on a fantastic voyage...
You the M3 class planet that I land upon...
I name thee...
Orgasmica.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

[MAY WE MEET AGAIN] THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY COUSIN MILDRED NETTA BUT IT IS ALSO DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY THE MURPHY'S AND THE JOLLY'S...
PLEASE LISTEN TO THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/va4aIjwjR8s

May we meet again on the other side...
We my family whom I love so much... May we have no more strife.
May I meet all who made this possible... these our lives.
We been through so much... Seen so many things...
We children of African origin born in the harsh and brutal south...
Red clay roads and cotton fields...
Hogs, goats and cows...
May we meet in a place where all these worldly concerns are no more...
We sitting at the feet of ancestor listening to a knowledge drop of epic proportions.
We who have traveled the earth and left a mark.
May we meet again and never have to cry as we look at the sky and wonder why...
We in the flow where we are continuous... The wind and the rain.
We children of Allah born in these mortal shells...
These castles erected of sun and dust, carbon infused into our structure...
You mean so much to me as my helix and yours spin off and create future life...
We having done our part.
May we meet again and hold hands like we did when we were children.
When it all so fresh and new lay spread before our virgin eyes... We who once saw infinity.
May we meet again on the other side.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[KNOWLEDGE BORN] AN EROTIC EXCURSION
THE SOUND OF YOUNG LOVE AND REBIRTH...
http://youtu.be/UMiFEEAMF9s

And I tasted the melanin in her skin...
I a young man in the heart of the ghetto... She a young queen.
Eyes of brown that spoke to me of the first meeting of Adam and Eve as renamed by a white man.
They the prototypical stripped of their Africanicity... The truth of it all.
I kissed the outer layer of her epidermis and pictures erupted pineal and threatened to shatter the hemispheres of a young brain in the brick dwelling where we lay...
Two lovers entwined in a naked embrace...
She becoming the habitation for my manhood so hard and engorged... I needing her so very badly that the air seemed to thump...
I digging my fingers into her scalp felt the skin and scratched and she responded... Arch her back and took me deeper than I had ever been.
Took me to a place of plenty, a garden of great renown where the fruit grew fragrant and sweet from knowledge trees.
Where the air clean sang a song of the birds and the bees that flittered by, such joyous color that I transported across time felt the concrete and the chaos fall away.
I standing in the presence of the greatness of her creation.
Slack jawed at the beauty of all that she had unlocked in my soul... The pure magnitude.
I covered in sweat dripped as H20 to her skin and it mingled with the aqua of her and shimmered in the dim light... Became a part of the lubrication that eased the reentry...
I falling through space and time saw us as African, as slave, as the current denizens of the projects where we lay in this modern land Babylon...
I tasting of the melanin in her skin...
I reborn.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]
THE LION SOUND...
http://youtu.be/3RKGKIxfWrs

Naked and exposed we stand scrutinized by the world...
We still enslaved by what "they" think of us.
By what we think of ourselves and we wear the chains as jewelry...
We wear the clothes handed down to us... They bearing the names of our oppressors.
We wear them proudly and think that they separate us from those who cannot afford them.
We talk about them in whispers in the church pews as they pass by... We walk by them on street corners and hold our noses up in contempt.
Look at them...
We see them as they are shoved beaten and bruised into the back of police cruisers and say that cant happen to me...
My child will never be the one lying in the street...
He or she will never be the one that we march for...
We naked and exposed wrap the blanket of false security around our bodies and tie the blindfold of just-us around our eyes.
The president is black and while he makes war in foreign countries here we are victims of the worst sort of genocide...
We expecting the children of Aryans and KKK members to take a stand for us as they try to distance themselves.
I never had slaves, all the while working you till you die poor and unable to pay for a funeral... Selling you insurance and growing rich off your hard labor...
The sweat of your brow... The skin of your hands... The time that you spend away from your children as they are indoctrinated into the school of new niggas as taught on BET and Empire.
How to make a new nigga as taught by the descendants of Willie Lynch and drawn up on a classroom chalkboard...
A P.H.D. in niggalosophy hanging on the wall...
A white Mercedes and a house in massa's suburbs where you try to distance yourself from your heritage...
Where you run from your true legacy...
Naked and exposed in the concrete jungle we are devoured by the wolves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY