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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

[AS THE CLOUDS RACE ACROSS THE SKY]


[AS THE CLOUDS RACE ACROSS THE SKY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MUSE...
http://youtu.be/llPVQgm5yZ4

Looking to the sky as the clouds races across the white and blue... Streaks of shaded grey.
From whence doth all this come... Wonder at the beauty of a day born of Allahs grace.
In our bones that hold us erect... Our musculature.
Sinew and viscera...
The makings of all man... All woman.
This heart that beats in synchronization in true love.
A blast of air the breath that ignited this spark... eyes opened in the moment of birth.
We in motion and at rest the living testament born of ancient scrolls.
Angels stirring, fire essence.
Prophecy that has morphed into hypocrisy far removed from pure beginnings.
The real intent.
Clouds racing across blue skies.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, January 7, 2013

[IS ANYBODY OUT THERE LISTENING?]



[IS ANYBODY OUT THERE LISTENING?]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU MIGHT NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS TO STAY CALM...
http://youtu.be/GB1sU7tVWyg?t=1m36s

In this the year 2013 we find our selves at the beginning of a new solar millenium confronted by the problems of the past one.
Religion and stale ideologies still hold us back. At a time when we have the most information ever at our fingertips so many choose to remain ignorant.
We,  and by we I mean black people, still trust others to tell our children the truth while we continue to lie to em too. Hold them back from being all that they can truly be. While we know that the world has a negative view of us we still infight over minor things like skin color and class, destinctions designed to keep us held back. 
While our children are being miseducated we hold back valuable information and it shows in ways that we would never have expected. I mean why are there so many damn car washes in black neighborhoods, so many hair salons? Why is it that when you ride through black neighborhoods you see so many expensives clothes, cars and shoes. We seem to wear our wealth on our back, drive it around town while giving nothing back. receiving nothing.
Drinking ciroc and hennessy cause you think it makes you look big in the club.
Most of the items that we wear or buy do not benefit our neighborhoods in any way. Once we spend that money its gone and will never see a black hand again for a while and when it does its only gonna be around a short time.
Why is it that you who were born of  system of slavery and segregation cant get a business loan or even build an apartment complex in your own community? Its always some big corporation or other ethnicity that comes in and buys the land and builds the places that we live. Most of the time while paying rent to feed this system of inequal capitalism.
The other day I talked about how drugs have and are being introduced to our neighborhoods by the same government that we supposedly pay to keep us safe. Politicians and police all on the same payroll as the big dope man. You know him. He is the one who never gets caught cause he is the system.
It seems that the more like a jungle bunny we act the bigger the hype grows and now we have become the infamous... shucking and jiving all the way to being excluded.  So many of us who have made it to the top forget where we come from and our children suffer for it cause no matter where your ass lives, in the city or the ghetto they are sucked in by the hysteria of who they should be. Real niggers with no substantial substance. Silicone ghetto Barbie dolls
No idea of who they are and where they came from. Ask them if they know who Marcus Garvey was or even the Jena six and they could not tell you a damn thing and that happened only a few years ago. It seems that black people have been affected by a form of short term memory loss where they end up marching and singing for the same damn thing over and over again.
Thats our fault.
Back in the day when a black man told truth the same thing happened. Look at Martin Luther King for instance. His own people in his frat and his church were his biggest enemies. it was only when his movement gained steam and was endorsed by the white man that they jumped on the bandwagon... All the while making very sure that the were facing the camera.
Yet Martin kept pounding home that truth. Even gave his life for it. So did so many others to numerous to mention. I bet they are rolling in their graves.
See I may write about a lot of things but I write it all as a black man to my people cause thats who I am. I really dont give a damn if a white person ever reads a word I say as long as I get through to one black person. Wake his or her ass up.
 A here we are at the beginning of a new solar millenium still stuck on the stupidity of the last.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

Sunday, January 6, 2013

BEASTSPEAK


[BEASTSPEAK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/DU4Feo9LG2k

Urgently doth this hard beat in mine blood... Maketh I want to beat in thine.
A quick trip through thy veins... Right before I explode through thy ventricles...
Cannons to the left of thee as thy walls are breached and fall to the rushing horde of mine soldier.
One as mighty as a whole army... A beast laying siege to the city of eroticism.
From the land of beateth a pussy located somewhere on a demented plane of sexualvision.

His name doth not matter for he hath only one purpose... 
The plunder of thy treasure vault... The plying of thy booty.

A beast hath been loosed upon thy lands and he is calmed only by one thing... The beating of your pink as it encircles his engorged member...
Holding on oh so tightly...
Fucking in the halls of the castle of thy dwelling...
Lace curtains blowing in the breeze...
Urgently.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Saturday, January 5, 2013

TO THE BLACK WOMAN



[TO THE BLACK WOMAN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... AS ALWAYS A MESSAGE

These thoughts of you leave me prone on the floor of overstanding... The fact that you have been there all along.
You formed to be the companion of Kings who have now been brought to their theoretical knees by theological inconsistencies.
By systems of false hopes and dreams... Acura's sitting in the yards of rented homes... The parking lots of massa's jobs.
The "I HAVE A DREAM" speech looped into the feed for one month out of the year as the children are fed the same old advances again and again.
You have been there all along as the world called me boy and nigger and kicked me dead in the ass...
What have I done to deserve your loyalty?
When we were created did Allah know all the things that we would see and where we would be... Were we the seed that he spoke to Ibrahim about in the book of Genesis?
400 years of the most oppressive slavery ever perpetuated in human history... Its lingering aftermath.
You have been there all along as I was a pimp, a dope pusher and a politician... Formed to be my companion... I to be yours.
We so in need of each other as our people commit thug genocide in the parks and prisons... On street corners where so many boy's become shattered men.
As so many of our sisters run from what is true beauty to wanting to live the Barbie dream... Fake blond hair and blue contacts.
Fall in love with each other because of our perceived weaknesses... Who we have become...
Warriors made into false representations of man.
Got to give it all back.
You have been there all along.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, January 4, 2013

[BIG MAMA AND MADEA] OR WHY THE BLACK MAN GOT TO DIE



[BIG MAMA AND MADEA] OR WHY THE BLACK MAN GOT TO DIE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/w7OFdzNeAe8

Big Mama and Madea, two names which reign as prime examples of what plagues the African community in Amerikkka. 
While we are being confronted with the reality that we are still regarded as less human than the rest of the citizens of the U.S.KKK That we are in some way responsible for being Treyvon Martin or any other number of black youth and adults who are murdered in Amerikkka and then buried under the illusion of he probably deserved it.
Tyler Perry, Eddie Murphy are doning dresses and talking sassy on T.V.
Tyler Perry thinly diguises his shows as Christian shows when we clearly see what the Bible says about men in dresses.
The masses flock to these shows while ignoring that every week there is a writer out there putting out better fare. 
Yet black people dont read.
Its about time that we realized that the government is out to get us and that mass media is its tool.
Lil Wayne and other rappers talk about Molly's and other designer drugs. They talk about killing the next black man. They call women hoe's and their brother nigger and its pumped stright to where you live on cable and in the air.
Think about it.
Janet Jackson showed a titty and they passed new legislation.
Before the Afghan war the majority of heroin in the U.S.KKK came from Asia. 
After the war started 85% of the heroin in Amerikkka comes from Afghanistan. How is that we wonder?
Hmmmm...
So that means that the U.S. is flying in dope to its people who put it on the street and sell it to U.S. citizens who are then arrested and made to pay money to the same government that sold them the drugs... again.
Wheewwwww.
Man y'all better wake up.
Why the black man always got to die a semi heroic death in every movie he is in?
"Y'all gone head now?"
Some old Toby shit.
See its time that black people see that we will never be regarded as human in a society where we are still slaves in our minds.
Slaves to a system that enslaves people for wages beneath the poverty level.
Enslaves them in the court system and the prison complex.
Enslaves them in inferior public schools prepping them for tests without teaching them a damn thing about life.
Where we feel that we got to march when we should be affecting something.
Making something move.
Man...
Why the hell the black man always got to die.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

IF ONLY YOU KNEW





[IF ONLY YOU KNEW]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU BETTA LISTEN CAUSE THIS IS A WALLBANGER...
http://youtu.be/AwezstsMiL0

What if you knew?
I mean what if you knew that I would give my life to bring honor to my ancestors existence...
Honor to their deaths in a plastic society... molded to look like freedom.
What if you knew that every day that I awake I see the eventual release of my people from the hold of the worst form of slavery...
The kind that begins in the soul and destroys all hopes and dreams.
What if you knew that I dont write just for today tomorrow or next week...
That I have such a hard time with today cause I can see three hundred years away... A future homogenously created.
That the melanin in my skin won't let me see this shit go down without at least saying my part.
That I fear no man or womans hate cause its what I was born of in a segregated city.
The railroad tracks a line of seperation... a line of division...
As once I was a nigger, a negro, a colored boy, a black young man and a grown African Amerikkkan...
Whats my next designation???
Dry bones turning into dust and being recycled back into the life cycle.
What if you knew?
Would you even care in a Muslim way, A Christian way or would you pass me by like the Jews until a good Samaritan came and propped me up.
Asked if I was alright.
I mean what if you knew that self is found in a place where God has no religion... That his spirituality is omnipresent and omnipotent.
That a baby is born with no sin.
What if you knew?

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

RAIN DROP


THE PHOTO IS BY ERIC WILLIAMS AND YOU SHOULD CHECK THE BROTHER OUT.
[RAIN DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DEDICATED TO YOU THE BLACK QUEENS
http://youtu.be/UftMNSCh_EE

If i were a raindrop I would fall from the sky seeking your form. ..
A soft patter and I would roll down your skin.
Linger in a fold... run across your skin.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be reincarnated as the moisture in your epidermis...
A tear flowing from your nasolacrimal duct...
I would relish the moment that I sit on your lips...
The feel of your hand as you brush me away.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be the bathwater that caressess your flower as you wash the petals and the stem...
The walls of the tunnel of mans birth... The littlest death.
Fall onto the page of your ink and smear myself across you as the words meld together.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be the puddles that shimmer as other drops fall in and you walk by.
A glass of the water that you partake of to sate your thirst.
Washed into the roots of your hair to rid you of the dust and the dirt.
If I were a raindrop.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY