[HERE I AM ... STILL]

[HERE I AM ... STILL]

THE MUSIC AND IT IS DEDICATED TO MY SISTERS...

http://youtu.be/BT4Ne6v7Zv0

Here I am... still.

Existing in you as we lose cohesion and our nation seems to be drifting away.

Reflections of Allah as created in ancient times.

Black dirt and water formed and kissed with life.

Here I am... still.

I see you and something clicks in me primally... primitive triggers as my queens run away from who we are.

I belong with you and you belong with me in all our purity. 

All man and woman came from our seed... fruit falling from the tree in shaded tones.

Gradually losing melanin as genetic splicing occurs... homogenous views of the future.

We no more...  We snared in the web of deceit and lies.

Jungle bunnies and rap video hoes... living on trap house ambitions as we die a slowwwww death.

Here I am... still.

So enthralled by the beauty of you that for me there is no other.

My existence in the future depends on the African woman... Batty man can't make a baby... Lesbians produce no fruit.

What is to become of us as we become food trapped in the silken strands?

Here I am... still.

[AN OLD MAN TOLD ME] A SEXCAPADE

[AN OLD MAN TOLD ME] A SEXCAPADE

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/y7uTVI0ZRbE
THE MODELS NAME IS LIPPZ. AND I WENT TO GREAT LENGTHS TO OBTAIN THESE PHOTOS

You got such pretty lips that it makes me wonder if what the old men say is true... if the ones above match the ones below...

Take your time cause I want to be surprised... take your time and show me slowwwww... I want to linger in the magic of this moment.

The... oh damn you just fucked me up...

they do match.

Just about the prettiest pussy as it juts from the sides of your panties... got me drooling and shit... drooling down my chin... drooling from the head of my dick... a pearl of precum.

My what a pretty little hairy thing... 

I will take you any and every way you cum as I kiss both sets of your pretty lips...

You have such pretty lips.

Damn... I want to devour you... The old men told the truth.

[HEALED IN THE KNOWING OF WE] A COLLAB FEATURING DANICA NICHOLE WORTHY

[HEALED IN THE KNOWING OF WE] A COLLAB FEATURING DANICA NICHOLE WORTHY
THE MUSIC. AND IT TOTALLY DOES GO WITH THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/tJyGHeecvXI




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Akhi (my brother) my prince equppied to reign as king. Charged with the duty as overseer of his sister, my protector and guide with pure love in his eyes. His words are authentic, he will harm himself for the betterment of we. We have an unbreakable bond, a kinship unique. The guiders of one and another. My brother strong even when weak, a lover, and carrier of the families burdens. The Lion courages willing to fight, brave will stand for the cause, and what he deems right. My brother the observer, and man of few words, but when he speaks all actively listen. Akhi I take honor in our pledge to protect each other, I take refuge in your arms of shelter, and broad shoulders to rest my tears. With adoration I exalt you Akhi(my brother) and crown you as King.


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Ukhti [my sister] sometimes I have fallen deep into the pits of Shaitan... even at those times I have admired the queens of my nativity.
The mothers of my origins... she stands supreme.
Sometimes I have truly become the problem... born in the dens of sin where poverty is only the beginning of the problem.
I wonder do I even deserve words of admiration as I have worn my shield... used my sword on both sides of the battlefield... yet even at these times she has had the ability to bring me back.
I truly would die for she for she is my healing when I am dead... I am but a reflection of the light that I shine on she.
Ukhti I am honored to know you as I hear those words from you but I know that I am just a man with a heavy burden...
Without the queens I am nothing

[WHO DEM A SAY]

[WHO DEM A SAY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGERY... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/8DOW3n2DLo4




Who dem a say me no beast... 
Dem a rassclot liar. 
Me a describe de booty in bout a million ways... take on new forms... lion and dragon fyah pon the page.
Drop dat ting for me... just a ukki bit.
Flip.
Thus dost thou mesmerize me transcendently...
Thee and thy fruits so tantilizingly sweet...
The juice of thy so pungent in my beard as it signals thy release...
Thy ass the bass as it pounds my mentality.
Flip.
Girl I want to bend you over and exert extreme levels of pressure...
Beat at the walls of your heart... cause erratic palpitations...
Make you call me daddy... make you call me fuck me daddy, fuck me...
Oh daddy I'm your liitle freak as you look at me on your bended knees ...
Sucking your way to the creamy treat.
Flip
Just a likkle bit a lunacy as I romp pon the toys on your playground...
Lick pon your nipples and play flute pon your pussy lips...
Me a buss shots all over your ass cheeks.
Who dem a say me no beast.
Me a wreck dem fat pum pum.




jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[WHEN THIS SONG IS SUNG] A COLLAB FEATURING Sarah Russell

[WHEN THIS SONG IS SUNG] A COLLAB FEATURING Sarah Russell.
THIS PICTURE SPARKED A DISCUSSION BETWEEN SARAH AND I WHEN I SUGGESTED USING IT. LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK...
THE MUSIC AND THE PIECE DOES GO WITH IT.
http://youtu.be/joOUZWxF_BY

S
The sounds of Anti-living drum incessant off the steaming streets, the manholes of oblivion rattling ominous decree as mindless wheels roll over dreams and leave exhaust where breath should be. A single Ginkgo tree can take that poison and make sweet air for many.. when a stand of them watch shoulder to shoulder, the many shudder reminiscing what they never knew they lost. our We. I stomp and scratch and wail and you beat chest and holler NOW and holy waves of water rain down washing poisons deep in swirls of scatter.. just ignore the chatter and this silent sweeping music from our hopscotch laughing dance... the march of Freedom in this land, rises like steam swells as clouds..


J
As the sun rises from the leaves of the tree and graces I and humanity... all the way to the bone.
As the breeze wafts away on his gentle journey... here a breeze... around the world a storm.
So in a way must we be.
The healing of a nation on the cantor of words that fall onto the page and get repeated on the stage... We the poet... We the mage.
As an oak grows strong in the midst of the humming mass of humanity and thrusts it arms skyward, as if begging for our miserable lives... We who just take, take, take.
I hear the beat of your feet as you dance and I a man roar from my roots in tribal rage as the water, land, and ether are raped so savagely by the need to assert authority.
Broken down into most simplistic form this land is but one of many where so many poor live in such squalor while the rich lavishly slather reality onto the t.v. screen.
Freedom begins as a seed in the heart that grows into a mighty forest... I just one of many.
Rising like blunt smoke on the whirlwind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND @SARAH RUSSELL

[LEAVES OF DEAD LOVE]

[LEAVES OF DEAD LOVE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/imNp42sA5mQ

Will I ever be able to see love as others do.. Rose scented candles and lavander baths as the orchestra plays its soothing notes.

Love that takes the heart and melts it down to be remolded into a caring place as described in tales of romance.

Love as spoken of in the Quran and the Bible where men were men and woman something beyond.

For all I have seen of love is underlying jealousy and deciet, divorce and heartbreak raining down like sharpened slivers of glass.

Crimes of passion and broken homes.

Long have I wondered who could ever truly love the griot... overstand his pressing need to speak to the masses... his need to have his own space.

A moment alone with the force of his force.

Love has so many faces as it shifts and transforms... reveals its true nature a second before becoming a secret again.

I cry for the masses who are able to see love as such a small thing... as so large a part of their lives.

Even the word has a soothing effect on those trapped in its hold... Love and they sigh.

Trapped in the notes of loves song.

I wonder... Will I ever be able to see love as others do?

All sugar coated and saturatingly sweet.

Will I?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

RIDUNKULOUSLY

The woman featured in these photos is Jayden Starr

[RIDUNKULOUSLY]

THE MUSIC... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS BEAT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRGpWriK1ac

Damn woman you are so rithunkulous... 

I meant to say so ridunkulous...

Oh what the fuck you just plain ass thick...

Let me see dat booty bounce.

Let me lick at the fount of thy pleasure...

Make you curl your toes and squirt your juice into my hungry mouth.

I want to eat at the table of your lust.

Be the king kong to whatever that white chicks name was in the movie...

A whiff of the perfume of your punani...

Ahhhhh tastes so good on the air that I breathe...

A guerilla am I indeed.

Daddy wanna make you wet the bed...

Skeet a likkle bit.

Let it run down my nuts and stain the sheets...

My nasty likkle freak dancer as you ride the whole of my pole.

Swole.

My every desire is to spread them lips and fuck you till you cum...

See the earth as it hangs beneath the mounds of your half moons.

Spank dat monkey till it slobbers in delirium.

Damn I just caught a chill.

Spread it open for kong.

Iwant to lay it in thick.