(THE NEED)
THE SOUND AMPLIFIED..

My greatest desire...
Hmmmm?
I guess that would be to pleasure you.
Part the hemispheres of your brain.
Spread them wide and delve into the very deepest makings of you.
To melt my melanin into the moistness of my tongue and lap of you... You thus spread.
Your thighs so lush... Mmmmm.
Talk to you in soft tones as you reveal a little at a time... I lingering on the words of your tale... The way that you formed came into being.
Phat nipples that so plump enthrall me.
The bulge of your belly... The jut at the valley of your intersection.
The hairs... That one particular smell... Oh that smell.
I born to fit your needs... Your wants.
Blessed the formation... We locked in the throes of passion... Moans, shit knocked over and sighs of elation.
Let me learn the curves and the folds of you... Dwell in the soft and hard creases of you... Trace the lines of childbirth and the wrinkles of time.
Look into your eyes and see the whole of you as I reflected echo off into the all of infinity.
Souls suspended as they drift the cosmos...
My greatest desire...
I guess that it's you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THEY DONE FUCKED UP THIS BLACK HISTORY MONTH} I WEAR THE BONES

{THEY DONE FUCKED UP THIS BLACK HISTORY MONTH THING} I WEAR THE BONES
THE SOUND AS I EMERGE UNSCATHED FROM FACEBOOK PENITENTIARY...
https://youtu.be/r11SmiOuC5A

Every year during Black History Month I am blocked from Facebook.
I don't know or care if this is planned but it happens every year irregardless.
This year I timed it so that I would only get 3 days.
There is a method to even seeming madness.
See the problem is that you may not care what I say due to your conditioning or religion or whatever, that's why you rush to report me and that shit is cool too cause I know for a fact that the white man and namely the U.S. government don't want you to hear me and unknowingly you add to the insanity.
A pawn pushed out to confront a king.
That is why I tirelessly bring it to you the way I do.
Pure warrior style.
I ain't got time to be putting icing on it cause the way it is the icing been licked off anyway by the time that shit gets back to us anyway.
The politician done got his, the judge one got his, the sheriff done got his, the preacher done got his and so on ad infinitum .
I talk about how you spend your hard earned dollars with people who ain't putting it back in our neighborhoods... Shoes got to be expensive, hair got to be expensive, car got to be expensive and so on till all the niggas die, victims of a system that don't give a shit bout em either way.
Children dying cause they been trained to kill each other, cause they wear the skin of former kings and queens, cause they don't know that fact, all sold out on fairy tale white dreams.
They don't want me to talk to you of an educational system that trains you to be a slave, locked into a way of thinking that is inconducive to the flow of the universe therefore making it inconducive to the very religion that you find yourself so locked into.
Lies painted on the very walls, lies carved into an image of a white savior on a wooden cross, blaspheme and damnation endorsed, supported and pushed on the general public as truth, justice and the Amerikkkan way.
If Superman was a hero he would'a freed all blacks, that's how I see it... Glad my mom and dad wasn't on that house nigga shit.
Taught me to think for myself, investigate and make my own philosophy, that's what great thinkers do.
They are not lulled into not asking questions, into thinking that they know it all cause if I don't live but one more day I will have learned one thing new.
Always open to new theories and concepts cause at one time everyone thought Shaka was a fool.
Don't nobody fight that way, they said and then came the white man with his crosses, cannons and guns and all fell except the great Zulu Nation.
New weapons are developed every day and the strongest one is the one encased in the hue-man cranium but that might'a just went over your head, cause you got a problem with all the other stuff I said... See I ain't scared, no siree, not if I live to be a 103 in the year 2068 a.d.
Each and every day of my waking as long as I'm cognizant I'm gonna come this way cause there are youth who seek the truth... Cause there are adults that teach that ignorance... Cause some of my people walk sideways like crabs or are spineless like worms.
Cause too many of our leaders done sold out and whitewashed down.
No African pride.
Black Fucking history Month my black ass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{LOUD SEX PSYCHEDELIC}

{LOUD SEX PSYCHEDELIC}
THE SOUND OF THE BACKGROUND...
https://youtu.be/3LHgcYrrAt8


Mind funky on some of that loud and I let you play on the screen of my subconscious psyche... Black... Oh my... I feel the all of me grow hard and reach for my knee... You got me fucked up in my psychic physiology... The makings and I would impart these feeling to you through the manipulations of my fingertips... A slow massage that would ease the stress and set the tones... A trumpet in the dark playing stereo... The gentleness of a breath as it passes your ear, your nipple, rests on your clitoris... The guitars strum and a hum.
Mind on that expansion and in your curves I a wanderer would seek to be found... The base of the hairs on your head... The nappy spirals on your punani... The softness and the... Whew, the essence.
The red, the black and the green and I descending upon thee... Entering gently and becoming the driving that you feel in your belly... That penetrates to the ventricles of your pounding heart, as sweat falls from your flesh and drips onto mine.
I resplendent, you luminescent... The glow and oh... Ummmm... I just... Splatter and skeet skeet.
Dreams so spaced out that all I see is purple velvet, black light and your image standing out funky and free... A puff... A whiff... Ewww weeee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE ORB... THE IRIS... THE ITIS)

(THE ORB... THE IRIS... THE ITIS)
THE SOUND I PLAY FOR SHE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/VmqTMjceilo

Her eyes...
And I swept along see infinity... Endless possibility.
Falling away into the darkness of knowing all.
She...  And, oh my... I sigh.
Everyday and she infiltrates me... I a mass of atoms mathematically aligned... Forming around her, for in her eyes I am incubated and born again.
Seeing as if for the first time... Her nose I would kiss upon waking... Her lips would I caress so gently with mine... Savor her smile, oh my.
The day becoming ours as my strength and hers merged becomes the shine that illuminates the way.
Children of a most high Allah as formed from the clay of Africa.
Her eyes and I lean in to inhale of her femininity... Open my ears to hear that particular melody as she speaks my name.
I swept along to the edges of sanity... The edges of the cosmos where the big bang still resounds bound in a vacuum and spawning suns.
Matter and anti matter making love as galaxies young spiral along.
Her eyes looking upon a scarred warrior who having fought seeks to rest... The battle raging strong in his veins... Fire beating in his heart and pouring pon the sleeping masses.
Her hands so soft... Her tones so soothing.
I who would love her if she would only allow me.
The chronicle standing muted by her glance... Don't want to scare her away... A hummingbird hovering suspended... A beautiful doe unblinking.
Oh my... Sighhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{I KNOW WHY THE CAGED ANGEL SINGS}

{I KNOW WHY THE CAGED ANGEL SINGS}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/T9Y3YUngprQ

And here at the end of slavery blacks trying to be white... claiming Indian and running from identity.
Here at we are at the end of the good hair, pretty eye psychology... Eating pig and trying to live clean.
Black preacher spitting white religion designed to keep a man trod down... Tyler Perry... And the whole congregation standing to their feet... Awards, accolades and total adulation as perversion is pimped natural see?
Here at the end of slavery finds a man standing at the periphery looking in, his tears falling off into infinity.
The black, the black and his heart screams magnified ricochet off the walls of his desperation....
Not much longer and he turns to the masses his synapses firing staccato shots of verbalization... So many dead and their bones dance to the beat.
The percussion and the melody.
Here at the end of slavery a hungry child is sold a meal based on his level of faith, how loyal he is to an image as painted by a famous painter of another race who looking upon divinity felt the need to whitewash it.
The former children of Adam and Eve having adopted a self defeating philosophy... Teaching their children that its okay to perpetuate the heinous crime genocide... Its okay to not confront the real problem.
As long as you got his version of hair, his version of eyes, his products in your home... Fuck a black man literally... Him bending over and taking it from behind on his knees as the system dubs him thug and nigga.
As the system pays his woman to keep her independent... You don't need no man and the children suffer greatly.
Little bastards as filed in Washington Divide this motherfucker and Conquer... Peep the analogy... Your family it is suffering.
The deadbeat dad as much a victim as the child... The black woman incited urging the massa on... Lock his black ass up, make money off him sir... Send him back this way broke.
Here we are at the end of slavery thinking we are free when all we are is pawns and not kings and queens...
Claiming anything but black when that... That fact would save us... Jesus was my brother... I am the living, breathing representation of the one god...
We coulda been gods but here we are at the end of slavery standing in the state confusion where they want us.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE DEEPNESS OF THE DARKNESS} ANGELS SPIT HOT FYAH

{THE DEEPNESS OF THE DARKNESS} ANGELS SPIT HOT FYAH
THIS BEAT GOES WITH THIS PIECE... BETTA LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/QlPxLVV1bao

And here we are again suspended in a dream as the world reality rolls along.... Here we are existing in a fantasy wrapped in swaddling clothes and painted white... Fucking illusion.
Here we are out here where we don't matter a fucking bit as the vehicles speed along passing us by and looking down pon we... Fucking disease.
All because we survived a virtual genocide... Beasts of burden and shit.
Here we are avoiding Malcolm, avoiding Nat, avoiding being a real soldier while killing our own in the streets... Fucking disease.
Here we are denouncing each other, niggas ain't shit and hoes ain't either... Black bitch betta get out my face.
Black history ain't shit cause it flipped has become chopped and screwed, slowed down and auto-tuned.
Pumped as the Antidote... Molly and a Pom Pom.
Burnt tire in the middle of the Ave.
Here we are still spinning in heavy rotation in the same fucking spot... Begging to be treated as hue-man when we clearly are not... Gotta evolve... To many bending on bowed knee praying to a white god... Eyes shut tight and worshiping ghosts.
Dancing round the pulpit and speaking non existent tongues... Fucking the people up.
Here we are not tapping into the melanin in our very skin... The magic that we possess.
The power of the sun... Supermen rising from the ashes... black queens the phoenix.
Here we are still singing and marching... Shoulda followed generals instead of preachers... War and peace so intertwined.
The most savage dance ever created as the Lion and the Gazelle awake pon the plain.
One gone live, one gone die... Brutal odds but they both gotta run.
What you gone be?
Hunter or hunted?
The day begins.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{FUNK YOU} SEXUAL, SENSUAL AND JUST PLAIN NASTY

{FUNK YOU} SEXUAL, SENSUAL AND JUST PLAIN NASTY
THE SOUND OF MY PHALLUS...

https://youtu.be/MAW4c3BvnWs

Got me looking at that black skin and I wanna divulge my essence on you... Wanna drop my weight pon you.
All laid back and spread and I just wanna partake of you... Can I? And my hard would break a brick wall and I... See I wanna fuck with you.
All primal and covered in sex dew.
Yes Mmmmm....
Break you down into the very compounds that you formed in grew from... Of your primordial soup would I drink.
Warm and fluid down my throat on a cold day... Flowing through a mans veins as they thump in his engorged flesh... In you gushy and wet.
You impaled on the rigidity as it slides back and forth so succulently... So squishy and sweet.
Spank that ass cheek and watch it undulate.
Pull you back and listen to you moan.... Oh was that me?
Fuck me... Fuck me!
A bump, thump and groan in the darkness of the night... I know exactly where you are... A reach into the dark and... That thigh and I push it back... That clit and I give it a lick and ahhhh.
Those thick lips and I kiss them after tasting you, after fucking you, after we breathing hard part.
That peculiar scent filling the room... Incense so intense... Mmmmmm.
A perfect moment before we drift off to sleep...
A fantastically fevered dream.
Black woman, black women... We sexually explicit see.
We.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY