[KNOWLEDGE OF IMHOTEP]

[KNOWLEDGE OF IMHOTEP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... CRANIUM BLASTER...
http://youtu.be/7CM2qQ9h4Z0
I am dawn breaking on the surface of your brain...
The rain that falls and brings life... the ebb and the flow.
I am the fire and brimstone destroying preconceived notions... the bane of false hope.
I am truth unleashed and set loose to sully the whitewash.
Eye am the son of the sun.
The son of a son of formerly free Africans brought to the seventh level of hell.
Eye the sun.
I consume 33 and a third in my circumference as I reach the starting point at the end of my stroll.
Full circle encompassing the square.
A mile wide rock falling from the blackness of space in broad daylight trailing stardust.
My impact is cataclysmic...
Clouds of dust that cover as I so cold make felt my control...
I rise over craniums and shine pineal down...
I wear the crown.
Eye am the son.
Sun.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

CANDY PAINT

[CANDY PAINT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND...
http://youtu.be/WpD4voe61Ro

I feel her all in my hydraulics...
The joints where cartilage cushions my impact...
She is my suspension as I navigate this highway.
Her smile is the candy paint job... dripping on a sunlit day.
I lean back into her chassis and feel the comfort of her ride.
Heated seats and Bose sound system as she comes to me in stereo. Straight into the grey matter of my brain.
Left channel and right perfectly balanced.
I take her for a spin and I see the envious looks.
Such a fine vehicle that I got to show it off.
I grip her and stroke the fabric as I settle in and push buttons.
We cruise leaning to the left...
Sittin on chrome and smoking 93...
I feel her all in my hydraulics.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[WOOD, GRAPHITE, STEEL AND PLASTIC]

[WOOD, GRAPHITE, STEEL AND PLASTIC]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MEDITATION...
http://youtu.be/MQ7XX1J-Gbc

The pencil and the pen saved my life.
Paintings on brick walls back in the day that seemed to come to life...
Graffiti dedicated to the richness of all that I was...
Child of Allah in the promised land.
The pencil and the pen saved my life when the system threatened to lock me away...
Throw away the key.
When facing three life sentences ripped the dreads from my head...
Strands of hair on the pillow in the morning.
Eyes tired from staring at the ceiling.
I reborn as I kissed a tree...
Freed.
The pencil and the pen and now these keys which I tickle in the year 2013...
A future that I thought I would never see...
Where are the flying cars...
The unity?
Are we really any better off than we were in slavery cause to me it ain't gone a damn place...
The pen the pencil and the keys keeping men from being all that they can be...
Children learning empty knowledge as the world spirals towards mans eradication.
He never having learned to co-exist.
The pencil the pen and the keys as I a man record these things.

JERALD HAMZAH KILLMOVES FARUQ

[VANQUISHED IN THE REALIZATION]

[VANQUISHED IN THE REALIZATION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FUCKING ROMP... AND DONT GET IT FUCKED UP...
http://youtu.be/NfV3XKLfyeU

On the field two warriors stand as flecks fall through the atmosphere.
They are here by fate... destined to meet.
The prize as always in these situations is again, the hand of a woman.
One of the warriors reaches into his pocket and caresses the soft silk of her scarf.
He withdraws his hand from his pocket and in the split second that it takes to draw his sword this is what he thinks.

"He who would stand in the way of my happiness must be vanquished... 
Driven to the earth... smitted.
I will dwell in the membranes of his brain and block his synapses... fester in his soul.
Become the ghost in his closet and the shadow in the corner of his eye.
The very fabric of his existence shall be torn to shreds a flag flapping on a sinking vessel borne to the gates of the seventh hell.
In his waking will thought of I haunt him and make him babble as the milk from his cornflakes dribbles down his chin.
My hounds will I unleash to rip him into tiny bite sized pieces... The ants shall dine on the rest.
I will have no remorse for he was my foe...
He stood in my way.
Happiness but a step beyond."

The battle begins and from the start it is clear that these men are pretty evenly matched. 
As they dodge and parry and the dust begins to rise they seem to become something else.
Dancers.
Sword steel sings and they fall through the motions of their movements.
A shuffle... A sidestep.
For a second his opponent slips and in his minds eye he knew this before it transpired and he makes his move.
A trick and he lies on the battle floor bleeding his life away.
The standing man reaches into his pocket and withdraws...
A silken scarf.
Wind carries dust particles away.

JERALD HAMZAH KILLMOVES FARUQ MURPHY

{LOVE INDUCED INSOMNIA]

{LOVE INDUCED INSOMNIA]
THE MUSIC AND IF YOU HAVE NEVER HAVE LISTENED TO ANY SONG THAT WENT WITH A POEM YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/xMFAFcRwBdg


I can't go to sleep at night or wake in the morning without you crossing my thoughts...
A fragment of a distraction, or rather a most exciting attraction.
I so lost in your charms that all is but a backdrop to you on my screen.
So vivid that your colors seem to bleed into the whole scene... All is you.
I a bird caught up in your vortex... thermals that take me to the white of the clouds and beyond... 
Into the darkness of my innerspace where monsters still lie curled in the corner... 
Held in place by fragile strands of hope that this is the real thing.
Just once let it be.
Why does this thing have to be so hard when all I want is to hold you... 
To let you lay your pretty little head in the crook of my arm and drift off into a satisfied sleep...
To show you the dimensions of my dimensions where I a dreamer see the future.
Stories of us told to young lovers...
The new age Cyrano in shades of black, grey and white.
Reciting lines of prose ripped from the essence and scribed on the walls of my soul.
A tormented man standing in a realm where there is no night and day...
Time has no relevance to me when I think of you...
It stands still while all around is motion...
A state of constant flux...
I cant go to sleep at night...
I cant go to sleep at night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DAMN... BRO... WE MADE IT]

THE PIC IS FROM EBONY ARTS PAGE

[WE BE BROTHERS]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... SOME OLD SCHOOL SHIT...

http://youtu.be/8INF6Oz_uzo

We grew up where other motherfuckers dared not go... That was our home.

When my mama whupped my ass she whupped yours too... Yours did the same.

Thick and thin was how we stuck.

We grew up where the police came 6 cars deep and called you nigger right before they locked yo ass up.

We drank the finest wine with the dirtiest wino's and had respect for them cause they were our elders.

M.D20/20... Thunderbird and pinapple juice.

They robbed us and we robbed them back.

We stole cause we had too, hunger is a bitch and the ground is cold when you got holes in yo shoes.

We was wilder than a fucking herd of escaped bulls and we wrecked the china shop.

Rusty 22s and shiny 9s.

Thought that gave us power.

We fought together and fought each other... somebody got to be the leader of the pack.

We read books given to us by the Rastas and the Muslims and went to sleep in church, tricknowledge screamed at us on sunday mornings.

We fucked the same girls and compared notes... Made em think they had tricked us as we busted many nuts.
No matter where I went that shit we learned in them bricks gave me an advantage.
The first time I was in jail you woke me up out my bunk... I did'nt even know yo ass was there.
We worked that shit too.

When my first child was born we got fucked up together... When my son died we did the same thing under the oak trees in my front yard.

We buried so many demons that day... Forgot so many transgressions... Brothers reborn in strife.

We started like that and 360 gone make us die like that.

Brothers till the fucking end.

Blee dat shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

When shit went down you were there...
My brother you were there.
When my mama whupped my ass in front of everybody