{THIS RED EMOTION} inspired by a one word submission by Messy

THE SOUND OF THIS EMOTION... LUST.

https://youtu.be/RxabLA7UQ9k

Such a potent word this word, lust.
Looking at you and you pull at my... Damn.
The things... Oh the things I have done and will do to quell this burning emotion.
Fire in mine loins and rushing of mine blood.
Panty lines beneath your shorts. Ass bouncing in skirts.
I so silently watching you walk by.
A whiff of your soap washed skin sends a man into a full tailspin.
Yet lust is all I got cause you don't even notice me, so many wolves. I lion watch them as you make the same mistake time and time again.
Pretty leaves sometimes contain the most powerful poison.
I lusting record these things subconsciously.
His hands on your skin.
You walk by, a most fragrantly delicate thing.
Lust burning holes in my soul.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HOW YOU LIKE IT BABY? )
THE SOUND AS I PONDER THINE WAYS...
https://youtu.be/mYve9QnFkf8

She has me wondering... Mmmm.
Wonder what her thing is?
Wonder what makes her pussy hum?
Is it cunninlingus?
The softly fluttering tongue.
Just the tip on her clit.
Ah the aroma.
Is it rough?
I like that, throw her down and push them legs back.
Make that man stand tall in that boat as I look down.
Pussy wrapped round big dick.
Is it slaps?
Spankings that make ass cheeks bounce.
Jiggle wiggle.
Excited cries that fill the corners of the room.
Perhaps she will let me tie her up.
Drive her insane cause she can't push me away.
Take her to the very door of faint.
For me?
A gift!
Oh really, you shouldn't have.
What makes this piece of divinity click?
Is it leather or lace?
Her vice, her virtue.
I like hairy pussy.
A fucking hairy pussy fucking freak.
Damn, I wish I knew.
What's your fetish?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{HOUSE NIGGA}

{HOUSE NIGGA}
THE SOUND AS GET OUTTA HIS HOUSE NIGGA LYRICS IS DROPPED...
https://youtu.be/hETSWacZZ1w


If a white man slapped yo mama you would probably make an excuse for him... You in your brand new Armani suit, your Dior dress.
If he killed you neighbors child in cold blood you would say "Its probably his fault. He should'na had them Twinkies in his hand."
You just a low life excuse, done sold out for some bands, a car and some shoes.
Let me explain how pussy and economics is the same.
Back in the day a white man somewhere said if I cover my woman up she becomes more valuable cause what a man can't see he wants.
He covered a natural thing in the 100 degree heat.
Rape which had been virtually non-existent suddenly became a more prevalent thing.
Pussy became a bargaining tool.
Marry my daughter and I'll take care of you, work my land and manage my crew.
Pussy became a valuable thing, its hold on man immeasurable.
Love of pussy led to war.
Man in his supposedly supreme way would not admit that pussy had such a hold and he placed value on other things that by cosmic right are free.
Land, clothes and food.
Knowledge and inclusion which at first were universal were denied to many by birthright, caste systems became democracies and slaves built great cities.
They rising on stolen land where once whole nations had bleed conquered blood into the ground.
All because of a covetous system created when man put clothes on something that in the beginning even the children knew about.
Seems back then hue-mans were closer to pure.
What were we talking about though?
Oh yeah, pussy and economics.
Now let say that the pimp is the ruling overlords... The so called elite.
He has his bitches... The government, the police.
If things go right you go in and get your pussy from his bitches, pussy being goods.
But if things don't go right... If you don't pay for the pussy the pimp has a system in place that will break you down.
Fuck around and the pimp will be selling you too... Bent over and spread too, that's how pimps do.
Work from the background and keep the pussy selling.
Ain't even got to be seen.
Sad part is that the churches, the schools and the penitentaries are totally ran by the pimps too... He gets you hooked on the pussy young.
Sells you false dreams bout owning some pussy.
Now we know that ain't true cause don't no motherfucker own no pussy... Sometimes not even the woman that carries it.
Pussy just works like that.
Economics do too.
So sad that you would sell your own for some scrip.
Bout 50 pieces of the overlords silver.
Judas in a modern time.
Our people suffer greatly because of your kind.
Suit and tie, athletic uniform, blue police and green sheriff.
Done sold us straight the fuck out.
How does it feel in his house, nigga.
Hunh?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

DIRTY TALK

{DIRTY TALK}

THE SOUND AS THE TALK IS DROPPED...

https://youtu.be/Hruq8OJMzWM

Suddenly you cross my mind, such a fragrant thought...
I would eat you up, so delectable the image.
My face between your thighs, the tip of my tongue... You pushing my head back.
Me holding the backs of your legs so that you can't get away.
Such tasty images.
I standing hard would stand and place it in your face... How could something so heavy stand horizontal?
A rhetorical question that would go unanswered, your lips your tongue, I talking to you as you suck and look up at me.
That fantastic shit that fascinates me.
Got me fucked up, these thoughts of you in my mind.
The heavy beat, I suspended would push you back, grab your ankles and lay you spread.
I suspended would enter you with my head.
Savoir your viscosity and plunge into your fluidity.
I mean hard would ride.
Talk to you... Speak to your insides.
How does that feel?
Damn that shit feels good.
Always been mine.
Learn forward and sniff of your hair.
My savage beast and I would try to touch the back of your womb.
Tingle your diaphragm.
These thoughts, these all natural thoughts of you and I yes I.
Smell... You.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BREATHE)
THE SOUND...

So like a breath of fresh air...
Man standing in a light gentle breeze.
Panorama before him spread.
Leaves rustling, welcoming the coming.
So like completion, soft skin and voice.
Man taken there, glimpses of a soul bared.
Could I be the soothing or would I be the tumultuous storm?
Man wonders, while looking at thy form, it so tempting.
What roads have thy wandered to come to this turn?
Man wonders contemplative.
Thy penetrating his senses and pervading his structure.
So like the cool after a summer rain.
Night but a dusk away.
It would find us entwined if things were to go that way.
A conversation, perhaps some lovemaking.
You feline in your grace, your purrs divine falling onto the drums of man's ears.
He stroking you in your most intimate of places.
Oh the titillation, the fibrilation.
Ahhhh.
So like a cloud, the feel of drizzling rain.
Such an exhilarating feeling as man stretches his arms.
Inhale...
Exhale.
Ahhhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SOLDIERS... HA! ) MOTHERFUCKERS, SOLDIERS, NIGGAS AND THE AWFUL TRUTH...
THE SOUND AS WE GET DIRTY...
https://youtu.be/N62No1rC-I0

Motherfuckers talkin bout they soldiers...
Motherfuckers talkin bout they run the hood.
All of em ignorant dan a son of a bitch.
Motherfuckers killing other motherfuckers that call themselves Crips, Bloods and G.D.s all of em a bunch of indoctrinated punk bitches getting punked by the system.
Bent over and fucked.
Prison bitches even on the outside of them walls cause prisons begin in motherfucking minds.
Designed and conceptualized and put in practical use.
Niggas, bitches, hoes, and hoods.
Motherfuckers owning that ignorance.
Can't even band together to face the real enemy cause they love to hate on each other.
That's what pit bulls is trained to do.
Chew at each other's necks while their owners chew on the steak of their labors.
Dinners served on silver plates, glasses trimmed with gold.
Another shot please?
Motherfuckers talking bout they soldiers when they are the disease...
Spreading like AIDS.
Pants sagging to advertise the booty cause that's what pimped out ass hoes do.
Sell ass and suck dick... This shit is literal and figurative, raw and motherfucking gritty.
Niggas spilling each other's blood, killing probable prophets and hypothetical saviors.
Lined up in the cross hairs, holes in feet and hands.
Niggas wearing the mark of the beast and killing in the beasts name.
He wearing the cloak of the judge and the badge of the police.
He the orchestrator of niggas rise and niggas demise.
Motherfuckers swearing they soldiers when they ain't nothing but slaves.
Talkin bout they rising when all they doing is digging graves.
Could been a nation when all they got is cliques, gangs and drug induced hallucinations.
Molly, crack and pharmaceutical too.
Couldn't last a week in a real war zone cause they depend on grocery stores for food and drink water from bottles.
Motherfuckers talkin bout they soldiers, time for motherfuckers to show and prove.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ I KNOW THE GLASS CANT BE THIS DIRTY? }
THE SOUND. PLEASE LISTEN CAUSE THE MUSIC GOES WITH THE TALE...
https://youtu.be/UITCDEm2D40


This shit ain't real... Its as fake as the value we place on a pair of shoes or a place to live.
Fake as the deed that you hold to your land cause if a motherfucker took it one time he can take it again.
In the morning you look up and see the sun... That shit is real.
The flower... The buzzing bee, but you miss it cause you paying attention to going to work to wear some fake ass hair and pay for cable so you can watch another motherfuckers reality on T.V.
So blind to the reality cause if you weren't working for them you could have chopped down a forest and made your own cities by now.
You could have anything you want but you have been trained to be a slave.
Physically and spiritually and the children grow weaker by the day.
The lakes, the animals and the trees are poisoned and the rain is acidic.
Scared to separate cause all you want is another suck off the proverbial titty... all you are is a symbiant life form in the grand cosmic scheme.
Stolen knowledge, stolen bodies, stolen minds... The deaf, dumb and docile and the angel cries could drown out the sound of a trillion bat wings in the dusky night.
So many dead and gone the way wrong.
Warriors ready to dance at all costs fighting each other as Crip and Blood lost in confusion and arranged in disarray.
So many calling themselves bitch and hoe... So many men wearing female dress and absorbing female stress.
The African man but a shattered remnant scared to attack the real enemy... Financially and physically he has become as unto spiders dinner.
Trapped in the snare.
Injected and sucked out.
A dry hull falling to the floor.
So fucked up cause as I see...
This shit just cant be fucking real.
Its got to be a dream cause there is no way its real.
Is there?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY