(OF GOD, RELIGION, WANT, NEED AND THE AWFUL TRUTH OF UTTER FUTILITY)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/aPX_i2zcDvY

And man cast into this eventuality by chance, by fate, looks at its inhabitants.
So rooted are they by custom and belief.
Man stretches his hand out and contemplates his fingers.
Feels the power as it courses through his structure.
He reminisces times that they these beings say he couldn't have existed.
They calling them past lives.
He knows them as what they are.
They in his mitochondrial, strands of his ancestors.
He blessed with the ability to see glimpses of the future knows that one day one of his fruit generations removed will see what he sees now.
Even as he lies free of the mortal coil.
His bones lying beneath the earth.
He has no fear of these things.
The cosmos has shown him these things.
As a child he contemplated these things.
These things.
He listening to the lost as they seek the truth in religion and science, in love, in war.
Such .sn abundance and they waste it in want and need.
A child breathing his or her last breath and they waste the moments. Bound by the words of men they wake and fall asleep bound by the concept time.
Man looks at the trees and ask them what would they do.
The trees silent continue to grow.
He asks the animals and they instinctual wake and find food and shelter, mate and create new generations.
With no one to preach to them they do the bidding of Allah.
The ebb and flow and man witnessing these things knows that the buildings will fall, these lives that they squander will end.
These people so disconnected from the reality that they see everyday hovering at the edges of civilization.
Man laughs at their choice of this word for these people are but playthings of people who know these things.
Civilized... Ha.
Man witnessing the folly ponders the futility...
The rustle of the angels wings as he stands at the door of dimensional.
So few walk these streets.
A warrior, a man, a griot he fades into the masses of humanity.
A whisper, a memory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HYPERVELOCITY) URBAN SENRYU
DE RIDDIM AS THE BLOOD POUNDS...
https://youtu.be/iTVSdstDIL4

(Melaninity)
Sun shines across we
These beings hue-manity
It feeding our skin

(Futuristically)
Dawn and we awake
Free from the chains of bondage
Mental and physical

(United)
We stand as one soul
The world remembers her child
They born of her soil

(Completely Unique)
Stars sing our rebirth
The prodigal has returned
The future rejoices

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BOUNCE BOUNCE, SKEET SKEET)
THE SOUND OF THE BOUNCE...
https://youtu.be/weQx17zlRp8

Bounce that ass up and down let me see you bump and grind...
Baby ride this pole like a cowgirl... Put some tears in my eyes... Make me all sensitive.
Come here and stand over me and squat that thang on my dick... Make its length slick and wet.
Drop them titties in my face so I can suck them dark nipples hard... Arch my back and make the head of my dick touch the back of your walls.
Lay yo body back and let me see that pussy wrap around my thickness and stretch them pussy lips wide.
Scramble up my brain... Fuck me insane
Turn around and ride it reverse... Pussy meat so pretty pulling in and out.
Looking so good I want to kiss that thang.
Bounce that ass up and down like I know you can girl... Ass cheeks rippling as I slap that fine ass.
You gone make me take my camera and snap a picture so you can see how good it looks to me... See baby that's some pretty pretty pink.
Such a lovely pussy as it swallows up the thickness of my chocolate stick.
Bounce that ass up and down on the thick of my dick... Make it skeet, skeet, skeet sweet sticky cream into the recesses of our primal screams...
Bounce that ass baby...
Bounce that ass...
Bounce that ass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MY VOW TO YOU}

THE SOUND RISING...

https://youtu.be/-YCwS_1kSC4

We formed of carbon and descended from the skies looked into each others eyes...

A pause, we knew.

We knew that our journey would be one that would span the annals of man...

That our love would serve to carry us across apace and time.

That we were the beginning and the end.

This world ours as promised by Allah.

All this we saw.

At that moment I man knew that I would die to protect you... Your honor.

You looking at me placed trust in I, our union.

We prototypical were told these things in the chambers of Allah.

Time the unkind mistress she is made us forget that we were the ones who heard the voice of God, of Gibril, of Uriel.

That these beings that inhabit this planet would be but particles on a rock floating in space if not for our gazing into each others eyes.

My queen you have made me see these things.

My love for you infinite and 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{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