{BECAUSE... AMERIKKKA}

{BECAUSE... AMERIKKKA}
LET ME PLAY YOU SOME MUSIC SO YOU CAN DEAL WITH WHAT I'M BOUT TO SAY...
https://youtu.be/f3hCQcrfg28

Living in this country we find ourselves at celebrations that celebrate what we don't celebrate.
Take for instance the Fourth of July...
For me it is a time for family and to reflect on the nature of my enemy cause I know what it really signifies... White domination and pride in that fact.
At these functions some Christian ministers are always present in my family or my extended family and they always and I mean always, want to lead the prayer in which they profusely give thanks for White Jesus and freedom.
Sometimes they mention the family and sometimes they don't and they give the country of America its due props according to what they have been taught.
See...
Now that's just wrong...
Yesterday a whole lot of black folks passed on a lie.
The fourth of July and all the varied Amerikkkan holydays in no way reflect who we are... What our culture is.
Martin Luther King day has become controlled by the white right and media in almost every state, city and providence it is held in.
The organizations involved with it have turned into a who's who of who's kissing a white mans ass... Pro-black speakers are never allowed at a black mans rally.
Our children are taught which black men are okay to learn about and talk about and our supposed leaders endorse this madness cause they have been taught it's good to be white... Aspire to be white.
We are the only race that does this almost to a whole as far as we are concerned in Amerikkka.
It's like that commercial with the big ass hamburger and hot dog sandwich {Because Amerikkkka.} big battleships, big trucks, fighter planes and shit exploding.
{https://youtu.be/ic7lvsBhH5A}
Thats what the fourth of July represents.
It really does that deep.
Th fact that you better not get it fucked up... You go against white and you get dealt with.
So while you Preachers and black leaders got yo eyes closed in pointless prayer mine are open so I can see...
So if you, yo kids or yo preacher come my way at the Bar-b-q. That's what they are going to hear.
The next sermon gone be about me.
You can put that in yo freedom stick and puff on it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(STANDING ON THE ROCK AND TESTIFYING)
THE SOUND OF BARRIERS FALLING...
https://youtu.be/XhfpbhZ2jnY

And to my brothers I would say, we have seen so many things, you and I in our varied years of inhabiting these shells.
Through the reading of history where we stand animalized, criticized, annihilated.
Still we rise my bredren.
To my sisters I would say, these years have not been nice, it's hard to be men when the real fear is inbred.
Instinctive and indicative of where we are.
Our station so to speak.
Oh my queen, I have sinned against our ancestors memories time and time again.
Fighting and killing my brothers, we stolen and roaming on stolen land.
I still love you, my queen as we enter a new millennium.
To my brothers I would say, cast aside the gang mentality, cast aside the evident hatred for yourselves, cast aside the whitewash and wear proudly your blackened and browned skin.
We as nation rising from the ashes of trickery and deceit, we extended to the skies from whence we came as children of Allah.
We formed in his hands as clay and placed in the kiln Africa.
Strong as Kenyan coffee we born.
These things would I say to my people as we grid our loins.
Rise my people...
Be ye proud.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOVE AND HYPER REALITY)

And love the brutal master has cast a man down... Shattered his bones and dashed his flesh against jagged rocks.
Man so fragile against such a powerful force.
Tears illuminating the very depths of his soul where they fall as stars.
These things seen and unseen as he navigates these hard ass streets where Molly the whore sells her wares brazenly.
He carries such a great weight upon his embattled soul... Love such a temptation...
Sweet chocolate on his mind.
He and his companions want and need as the sun travels cross his lonely skies and the moon pulls at his tides.
Full high and waning low the man travels through the entwined masses... they so caught up in their lives that truth is a bitter rain falling on their synaptic plains.
He the rainbearer ponders this emotion... this love...
What then of it?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{TONGUE FUCKING} FEATURING JENAVIA POWELL

{TONGUE FUCKING} FEATURING JENAVIA POWELL
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES SUCH AN ENDEAVOR...
https://youtu.be/M1tUP8XXs7w

Jenavia
My pussy need a tongue stroke Or two. Or three and more…. Could you be that tongue for me? Tongue fuck me like You’re licking ice cream on a cone Not too fast, but not too slow either Let me wrap my thick butter cream colored thighs Around your neck… Or would you prefer to hold them up And spread from east to west… Taste my pussy big daddy. Lick my pussy big daddy Eat my pussy big daddy Fuck me with your tongue Just let your tongue fuck me Until I cum Do it like a REAL MAN is supposed to Do it with no shame in your tongue game Suck the juices out of me Make my pussy cream all over your mouth And drip drip drip All over your beard…


Jerald
Them big red thighs and I so lost in your scent... The totality of you... The rise and fall of your chest as viewed from this vantage point where your flower juts so enticing.
The pink lips of your petals so phat... Got me craving a taste. See I want you to lay them legs back as far as they can go so I can explore you with my taste buds. Make you wetter than and lap it up. Let you help my beard to grow. Pussy juice the best fertilizer. twisting those nipples as I plunge my tongue in.... out... in. Hear those excited screams of Big motherfucking Daddy as they escape your vocals and penetrate the air of our existences

Jenavia
Part my plump pink lips As I moan out your name And grab the back of your head Push your head deep down Oh yes faster baby Don’t I taste good? Nice and sweet like a Georgia peach My creamery extends upon you As your tongue plunges Through me Like a jack hammer Causing my body to quake I open my legs as wide as possible So you’ll have no trouble Enjoying me as your meal

Jerald
I feel you as you wrap your legs around my head and I suck a little harder...
Try to put the roots of my tongue into the nether regions of your pussy. Try to vibrate that clit to a higher lever of resonance than it has ever known. I hungry as the red eyed Beast in the dark bushes... Such allusions and I humming lap of you...
I eat of you and savor the sweet taste of thy juice. We so satisfied.
We holding on in tired embraces fall off to sleep.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{BOUND SYMPHONY FANTASTICAL}

{BOUND SYMPHONY FANTASTICAL}
THE SYMPHONIC SOUND OF ALL THIS AND THAT...
https://youtu.be/w-STDX2k_Q0

Cum my dear... Let me take you to my place of illicit dreams where you bound become the playground.
I looking upon you and sucking my breath across my teeth.
Let me talk of the things that I would do to you... The heights I would take you to.
Feathers and light licks as I make your cream flow.
As I make you wonder whats next.
A spank... A caress, as you cry out in pleasure, for tonight you belong to me...
This the stuff of our most fantastic dreams.
I would love to tie you up, rub you in the shadows of your flesh as no one has ever done...
You my slave... I your slave for this is what keeps me fresh...
Your quivering flesh.
Your sighs and moans...
Your begs, and I would fall upon you with all my might...
Try to make you feel me as I beat at the back of your walls...
The base of your lungs.
I crying out to the heavens above as roar.
You tooted up in the air... You spread... You with me in your throat...
The various levels of our intensity as we become sexual fantasy...
The drop of our shattering orgasmical and complete...
The big bang of our boogie oogie oogie... We in the throes of the little death fantastically.
Such vivid imagery splashed across the receptors of our synapses and exploding as flashes of pineal lightning...
My hands pon your body as I captured try to trace the image of your form onto my cave walls.
Cum my dear for I will take you there.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FUZZY FRUIT DIVERSION)
THE FUZZY FRUIT SOUND...
https://youtu.be/Yhba-s_T7pw

And of your fuzzy fruit wouldst I a man diverge...
The taste, the texture, the pleasure.
I suspended and perusing the beauty that you naked  displayeth unto I... A sigh as deeply breathing inhaleth thy scent...
It exploding in vivid colors on the plains of my pineals where I would lay you out and plunder thee in various ways.
Make you sing that sweet harmony that vibrates the skin of my eardrums...
Marketh I fall yo my knees and lap at the font of your maidenhood.
I who would drink of thy elixir.
I who would play with thy button...
That clit.
I who would blendeth old and new in a sexual diversion that would causeth thy to produce the fruit that would bear the seed that would grow roots...
Become the branches and leaves of the kingdom trees that would throw shade across the black diaspora...
That would throw shade on the lies and hypocrisy...
I tasting of your fuzzy fruit find myself transported across time, space and continuum...
Mmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I A MAN SPEAKING OF SHE... SEEN?) DEDICATED TO SHERINA
THE SOUND OF I A MAN'S HEARTBEATS... SEEN?
https://youtu.be/9E9T0PhwCoY

Looking into her eyes I see I finity, the promise of rain on parched surfaces of I epidermical... seen?
Lips so full that I thirsty would slurp of them as plum... seen?
She so full of diversions that I artist would draw portraits with various means... The pen, the pencil and charcoal.
The palette splashed with color as I Picasso would paint her masterpiece.
The curves of her curves becoming...seen?
As subject of the story she would be told to the people time and time again, made into plays and immortalized on movie screens.
A chick flick that men would watch secretly curled up with popcorn... seen?
She the deep sighs as the strokes become form and take on life and breathe... seen?
The breakdown and the breakbeat as people gyrate frantically on the dance floor.
The music played as I warrior would walk onto the battlefield and confront the demons who would besmirch our ancestors memories...
Who would plot our demise as a race... seen?
I the conductor as she plays symphonic on I a man's heartstrings...
A wing of art in a museum in 4017 is she... seen?
Looking at her lovely nose I see these things as I a man speak artistically of she... seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY