TENTATIVE SOLUTIONS TO THE BLACK PLIGHT. A DISCOURSE

Someone recently posted the question to me 'how can we move forward?" Ironically this is a question that has kept me awake for many more nights than I care to count. These are just some of the answers that I have come up with.

1st and foremost there is a pressing need for re-education. By re-education I mean that all studies to our people should be to strengthen our nation. Blacks in Amerikkka spend around 22.9 BILLION dollars a year on bullshit, clothes, hair products and other frivolous endeavers take our money while our children are educated by a system that has shown time and time again that it does not care about our interests or the truth. A fund needs to be created in Amerikkka for the Dislocated Afircan people who reside here. This fund should accept a monthly donation from any black person in Amerikkka who who wants to give. One dollar a month entitles you and your children to the same benifits as one million dollars. Your money ensures that you and your children are to be entitled to share in the rewards of this fund. This fund should br managed by a committee of people who have shown that they have the nations best interests at heart. This committee shall have to answer and open the books to any member who requests it. No one on this committee shall try to impose or otherwise use religion as a means of procuring funds, this is a movement of the people and by the people. No monies are to be taken from any organization that seeks to compromise or influence the mission which is simple, upliftment. The funds shall be used to to invest in our future. Stock shall be bought in companies so that we can exert some control over them, any money made from the stock market shall be redistributed into the fund. Schools and community based programs are to be started. The schools and programs are to follow the concepts put forth about re-education. True history is to be taught as a prelude to THE NEW AFRICAN PHYLOSOPHY. Every fact that we know about our people throughout history shall be taught, good or bad. We must not hide from who we are or where we came from. Religious studies are to be factored in but they must be true studies, not preaching, just teaching. We must keep in mind that religion has been a control method for hundreds of years. That is why our teachers will have to have studied more than western phylosophy, psychology, and theology.

2nd and this will probably be the hardest part. A change of the way we use media will have to be affected. all influences that we see on T.V., the internet, and the newspaper should be controlled by us. We need shows that are serious and that show us in a positive light. It seems that all the shows geared towards us are comedys, and shows that show us in a negative light. All informationthat we receive from any outside influences shold be scrutinized and treated with scepticism. Our daughters must learn that black is beauty and to love being black. No more blue contacts and permed hair. Our sons must learn to fight for our nation ,gangster and thug dont make you a man. A man fights for his people. it is the way of societies that succeed. True assimilation is the key, by this I mean assimilation within the world diaspora, Amerikkka has shown that we dont matter. The world is somewhere around 80% people of color. These people will deal with us once they see that we are serious. this will in effect empower us even more.

3rd we should reach out to the motherland, with the education we possess we can make the motherland strong and viable. The rape of the motherland must stop, be it by anyone black or white. It does not benifit the children of africa wherever they may be. Our goal should be to claim the wealth of our ancestors back. these are but a few of the thoughts that I see as necessary for our forward movement. These things are all achevable we just need to stop being pimped by religion, mass media, and anyone who does not have our nations best interests at heart. Once again this is  HAMZAH FARUQ signing off. Onward to the future.

WHEN [DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF THE AMERIKKAN JUSTICE SYSTEM]

WHEN [DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF THE AMERIKKAN JUSTICE SYSTEM]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/XIf2QW8jIH8

When the truth blasts from the triple stages of darkness as an evicerating light that obliterates lies told to babies in classrooms where individualism is crushed and curtailed.

When man begins to see... not as mankind but as man which is who he truly should be.

Al nas roaming in this great conspiracy where a black childs murder is just a roaring whisper... when it should be a deafening roar.

Standing on street corners and watching the beast roam rampant in our communities... urban slaverows surrounded by a suburban plantation... massa and the house niggers cohabitating in glittering towers of steel and glass.

Planes flying overhead which carry tons of dope to the ghettos as junkies toke on a whiff of false hope... blow out the smoke.

Blue steel held in the hands which holds such an awesome power as it is carressed and cleaned... freedom in its barrel... freedom in its bullet... freedom in its death.

Children who have been brainwashed cybernetically as our race loses ground kinetically falling into the pit of homogenous dreams where our story has no validity.

We but these bits of the beginnings of man and woman of African descent being manipulated into our own demise at the hands of genocide as it is preached on T.V... as it is played on movie screens and written on the pages of magazines.

Ministers of death who tell lies in the name of religion to build congregations of followers while ignoring the leaders... creating mental disease in the name of the most high.

Levels and squares and big ol G's standing in the house of God spouting insanity... standing in the senate and the house rubbing salt into old wounds and making six figure salaries while riding through our world with windows rolled up tight.

When is this shit gonna stop???

When.

PAIN IN MY LIFE

CHILDHOOD DREAMS DRAPED IN THE DEEPEST SHADES OF RED THAT THE HUMAN PSYCHE CAN IMAGINE.

BLUE THAT FILLS THE EYE AS FROM THE CORE DOTH MY MIND CRY OUT FOR THINGS THAT COULD NOT HAVE WENT ANY OTHER WAY.

DEATH WITH HER FINGERS SO COLD AS THEY CARESS A SOUL SO CLOSE TO MINE.

A BROTHER LOST TO THE ECONOMICS OF THE CORNER.

WHERE THE MAN WHO DRAWS FIRST IS THE MAN WHO WALKS AWAY.

WHISKED AWAY ON THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL TO THE RESTING PLACE.

AND YET I LINGER ON A WORLD WHERE I FEEL SO OUT OF SYNC AT TIMES.

THESE WORDS SO REFLECTIVE OF THE PAIN OF DREAMS AS THEY SHATTER INTO A MILLION SHARDS OF GLASS AND CUT INTO THE SKIN OF A MANS FEET.

BABIES THAT JUST DIE IN THE NIGHT, SOLDIERS IN STRANGE LANDS SO ANY MILES FROM HOME.

THERE EXISTS A BLACK THAT BLEEDS INTO THE CAVITIES AND RECESSES OF EVERY THOUGHT THAT EMANATES FROM THE SUBCONSCIOUS.

DAYS THAT HAVE SHADOWS THAT CREEP INTO THE SUNLIGHT.

CRIES TO THE HEAVENS TO BE TAKEN AWAY, TEARS THAT STAIN THE WOOD BENEATH HANDS ON BRIDGES AND THE ROOFS OF BUILDINGS.

WHY DO I REMAIN?

WHAT NOW??? A WAKE THE HELL UP WRITE.

WHAT NOW??? A WAKE THE HELL UP WRITE.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... SOME WAR DRUM MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/zf8o7qJrBoo

Okayyy... in the last few days we have seen a young black mans death be ignored. I dont mean in the media but by the supposed law. The last article that I published addressed the ineptitude of the government and its handeling of the situation of our people. It also addressed the video of Jason Russel running around nude and flamboyantly gay. I said that a government agent probably slipped him a mickey and I really believe that.
My facebook page was shut down while someone somewhere conducted an investigation. I was not allowed to log in at all and in the end they changed my name. This was done without my consent. 
While we are on the Trayvon Martin subject let me just say that everything which is happening with his case was something that I figured would happen. All of a sudden he is being turned into the menacing black thug. Records of his apparent defiance and unrulyness are being pulled from the air and flaunted around for everyone to see. Look at the bad black kid. Yet these traits are common in all young people and I bet there are some policemen, doctors, lawyers and politicians running around trying to hide the actions of their git... their children so to speak.
All the while the fact is being ignored that this adult male accosted and fatally shot a child as defined under Floridas law. Are black people relly so blind as to think that Al Sharpton and the right Reverend Uncle Jesse Jackson {no relation} really give a damn about us or what happens to our future. It is time that we as a people took a stand and really confronted this system. No holds barred.
I also said that there are things that make me ashamed to claim black and this case is yet another representation of how deeply misled black people are in Amerikkka and the world as every other race gains ground we lose it to bullshit comedy as played on T.V. screens and thug movies that sell illusions of ghetto glamor and ascending to the heights by acting white.
I think that our ancestors deserve more than that. I think that our children deserve more than that and I definitely think that if this is continued into the future all vestages of who we once were and are will be lost to vicious propaganda. 
The other day I was talking to an uncle of mine and he looked at me and said "Somebody has to take a stand. We need the black Panthers" I really do agree with that statement and it has me really thinking of my next move.
This is Still Hamzah Faruq and I will talk this mess till they kill me or shut me down... whichever comes first. Saying "Dont be a mass media fool and a racists tool lost in the new school while forgetting that we were once Kings and Queens

{THE SET UP} HIGHLY EROTIC

 THIS IS THE PLAYER THAT GOES WITH THIS PIECE

http://youtu.be/KsZynD0g-Mw

THE PHOTO IS OF A FRIEND OF MINE WHO MODELS. HER NAME IS NIA DELONG

She walks into the medical tent and I look up from the book that I am reading. It is from a series that the Colonel and I are reading together. Some tight ass sci-fi. I ask her "whats up?" We went to high school together and I had been stationed here for almost a year before she came to this post. Our relationship has always been easy. As she talks to me I look into her eyes, they are so big, so brown. Her voice is smooth like a fine brandy and it reminds me of home. All of a sudden my buddy clint bursts into the tent and tells me that I have to go to the hospital to pick up the supplies. We are in the field and the hospital is like 45 minutes away. I stand up and the sergent looks up from the papers that she is reading and says "take Vickie with you." Vickie stands up and the view of her hits ne so hard that I swallow hard. "GODDAMN! this is one fine ass woman. Her and the sergent look at each other and a look of knowing passes between them. We leave the tent and climb into my jeep and I reach over and switch on my boombox. We peel out to the sounds of Gregory Issacs. We leave the compound and as I drive down the dirt road I leave a cloud of red dust in our wake. After we have been riding for a couple of miles Vickie reaches over and switches off the boombox. I look at her as she drives and she tells me 'I have always had a crush on you." I slam on the brakes of the jeep and we grind to a halt. "What?" She does not answer, she just takes my hand and pulls me to her and kisses me. Her lips are so soft and her tounge sends me into overdrive. I am as hard as steel and it presses against the camouflage pants that I wear. I throw the boombox into the back of the jeep and I pull her closer and we kiss again. We are both in uniform but I need her so badly. I drive a little way down the road until I spot a side road and we pull into the woods. We are naked so fast that I dont remember getting undressed. I get out of the jeep and pull her to me on the passenger side and throw her legs across my shoulders and I kiss her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. She grabs my head and pulls my mouth into hermound and grinds on my face as she screams so loud that if anyone were within a mile they would hear her. She pushes me back from her pussy and stands up and sit me in the seat and strokes my dick as she remarks how thick it is as a drop of precome forms at the head. She closes her lips over my dick and hums and I curl my toes. "Damn this woman is good!" She looks up at me as she sucks my dick and it turns me on so much that I pull her face up to mine and kiss her. I push her back into the seat and I push her legs back and I ram my dick into her as she screams and digs her fingernails into my ass. She screams over and over as I beat into her pussy with my dick. I have always loved a loud woman and I squeeze her breasts and spank her ass as I lick her calves. She cums and it sprays from her clit as I pound into her. I stand her from the seat and I bend her over and plunge into her as she pushes back into my dick and I can feel it as my dick slides into her womb. I fuck her until I cum all over her ass and it runs down into her pussy lips as she collapses onto the seat. She turns around and kisses me and reaches into the back of the jeep and pulls out a clean towel and wipes herself down. We go to the hospital and return with the supplies and as we pull up the female sergent walks out and winks at her. All of a suuden I think to myself " how in the hell did a towel get in my jeep?" They walk off and I realize that I was set up.

WATCH US. AN EROTIC PIECE

 THE MUSIC...

I get off the mike and my co-host takes over and he hands me the phone.We do a radio show at the local college station. I look at him and he gives me the groupie sign, a little something that we worked out a long time ago. She says "are you Yoda?" and I say "yes I am." She goes on to tell me that she listens to our show every week and that she always listens to my commentaries and the poetry that I read. I say okay and we talk for awhile before i ask her what her name is and where she is from. She tells me that her name is Maleka but everyone calls her phat cat, she is from Atlanta.  She asks me my real name and I tell her. We talk for awhile before my co-host gives me the sign that it is time to cut it short. Time to give away tickets to the concert. I get her number and tell her that I will call her later. As me and the co-host leave the station I call her on my cell phone and we talk for awhile before she asks me what I am doing tonight. I tell her that I am going to the coffee house to read some poetry and she tells me that she would love to come but she does not have a ride. I ask her where she lives and it is about 5 houses down from my friend who is going to the spot with me. I go to his house and pick him up and throw mt brother who is in the front seat with me the keys and get in the back. I guide them to her house and I walk to the door and ring the bell. She comes out and I am floored...she is only about 4'11 and her eyes are green. She says hi and I greet her back. She is wearing a sundress that is short and it accentuates her ass as she walks in front of me. I can see that she is wearing t back underwear and she smells like fresh rain. I open the car door and she gets into the car and I walk around and get in and introduce her to my brother and my friend and they are entranced by her as well. We ride and they dont even turn on the music as we all talk until we get to the coffee house.We park in the underground garage and go into the coffee house and get a table and order drinks. She gets an expresso and I order a ginsing up as the jazz band launches into a set. The music plays and she asks me a whole bunch of questions as the music feeds the vibe. She is so damn small and lovely that I am entranced by her. She talks to me abut my poetry and asks me where I get my inspiration from and I tell her that life is my inspiration and she asks what I mean. I look into her eyes and I start to recite to the beat of the jazz as the drums and the saxophone play in the background, I feel the trumpet and the piano and I bring my lyrics to match the flow of the music, She closes her eyes and leans into me and the beauty of she almost makes me want to melt into her skin, to live in the core of her. The band stops playing and she opens her eyes and leans into me and strokes my cheek and sends my mind into a tailspin. My friend is the first poet tonight, I am being featured so I have to go last. He gets p and spits some flow that the crowd eats up and comes off the stage , a few more poets go on and soon it is my turn and I go up and drop 2 pieces and try to come off the stage but the crowd will not let that happen and I have to do 2 more pieces. When I come down she has ordered me a roots drink and I sip on it. We talk to everyone at the table, my brother and friend have pulled 3 female college students to the table and one of them is all over me. Maleka is running block and she is good at it. After awhile she asks me if I would like to go outside and I get up quickly cause I can see that shit is about to go down between her and the other female. We walk outside and light up a cigarette and talk for awhile before I ask her if she wants to go to the car and smoke a blunt, she agrees and we go to the car and getinto the back seat and I roll a fat blunt of some of the crippy that I have. We talk for awhile and i notice that her panties areshowing and i reach over and place my hand between her legs and she opens them  a little more. I start to rub her pussy and she leans over and kisses me. Her tounge thrusts into my mouth and I suck it as she climbs onto my lap, I tear her panties off and thrust my fingers into her wet pussy and she moans and bites my neck hard. I move her to the side and pull my shorts down and she leans over grabs my dick in her hand and exclaims about how heavy it is before she takes it into her mouth and starts to suck it. Her lips are so soft and she knows what she is doing and I lean back and savor the blowjob as I play with her pussy. I stop her and I flip her around in the seat and throw her legs open wide and she screams out as I stick my tounge into her pussy. I lick her until she pushes my head away and I take my dick and rub it up and down her pussy lips and she arches her back to try to make it slide in. I jam my dick into her hard and she grabs my ass with her fingers and her nails dig in and it excites me so much that I beat into her pussy as she begs me not to stop. We fuck like this until she screams that she is cumming and I keep going until she cums again before I start to cum in her pussy. Suddenly there is a knock at the window and a light shines into the car as I pull out and my cum sprays all over her body and into her hair. I look around and a cop is standing at the window. He beckons us to get out of the car and we do. The cop looks at her body and I can see the appreciation in his eyes as he smiles and asks us our names as I pull up my pants and she adjusts her dress. He talks to us awhile before he decides to let us go. He is laughing at us and thanks us for the show and before he gets into his car he warns us to be more careful the next time. She looks at me and I look at her and we walk back to the coffee house and she goes into the bathroom to clean up. We meet like this a lot of times before she move back to Atlanta. It turns out that we both have a little bit of the exibitionist in us.

DROPPING SCIENCE

I break down systems, overstanding this babylon formed in distortion of truths.

As the blind wander in confusion I be trying to bring reality to this illusion.

While some sit pon high places in robes of black dropping life sentences on the dislocated masses.

 I be trying to get you to see antiquity, some real reality.

Shotgun blasts to the pineal gland or ere the silver cord be loosed, thats what isa said,this they dont cut  unless you're dead.

Brought to the earth by the union of al nas and an nisa, a man loosed to break down doors created in places thy cannot see.

Sitting with knees crossed and vision in hyper mode on this mine abode, looking in and beyond .

On the plain of allah do I dwell, looking at this vision of hell, this story do I tell.

Scientist, historian and phylosopher I be, living out this the sweetest melody.

My people ye be freed.

isa [jesus]

 al nas [man]

an nisa [woman]

pineal gland [he pineal gland (also called the pineal body, epiphysis cerebri, or epiphysis) is a small endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain. It produces melatonin, a hormone that affects the modulation of wake/sleep patterns and photoperiodic (seasonal) functions.[1][2] It is shaped like a tiny pine cone, and is located near the center of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two rounded thalamic bodies join.]