(DUAL PERSONALITIES) A ONE MAN COLLAB FEATURING THE BEAST

(DUAL PERSONALITIES) A ONE MAN COLLAB FEATURING THE BEAST
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. ITS A HUMDINGER....
http://youtu.be/XDZ31YQvxWY

Jerald
The flowers smell so sweet in the spring air... a beautiful day to behold as the suns rays shine down and warm the air.
A slight breeze caressing the fabric of my being... Red Cardinal flitting in the branches of the trees such a splendid day.
I see you walk towards me and your hips draw me in on their sway.

The Beast.
I am awakened from my bored state to pound surging to the forefront.
Such a delicate dish as you walk by... I see you pushing at the fragile shell of the clothes that you wear.
So fine...
So fucking full.
My nature barely contained and maintained screams at me to pursue.

Jerald
The day comes back in a blur and I find my attention attracted to a shape in the sky.
A hawk so graceful as he rides the currents of air.
Two mockingbirds escorting him away.
I watch them until they are specks in the cloud dappled sky.
I see her as she walks towards me ,cameltoe.

The Beast
Where was I?
Goddamn look at that. Such perfect lips.
Those on her face and the ones that pout out from the mound between her legs.
Make her shorts cry out to my personality.
You know, nature of the beast and I see her spread naked on a back seat...
Her cries of satisfaction as I stroke her freaky.

Jerald.
Ants on the wing as they swarm to repopulate the winter scarred earth draw me back from his grasp.
Jumping off into the air as the birds fly by and some become a meal... the circle of life must be complete.
She passes by and her butt draws my mind away once again.

The Beast.
I feels as if I have fallen into the land of milk and honey where big booties abound.
Such a beautiful specimen a fairy ripe for the taking, I swept away follow her and strike up a conversation.
Make her smile... make her giggle.
Set the time and date.

Jerald
I see her walking away and look at the phone in my hand.
Where did this number come from?
Why does my hand smell so sweet?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

MEAN STREETS

[MEAN STREETS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...  BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/5oAcYi264WE

A bullet shatters the glass and hits the baby in her arms on its way to bursting through the heart in her chest.
She falls and drops her dying child, another case of innocence lost in the savage city where thugs decimate the places they stay on the way to becoming G's.
The people come and lay flowers, burn candles and hold vigils, return to the same old bullshit.
The bones of the baby and the mother turn to dust and the earth still rotates and revolves as the law of 360 degrees meets itself again on the road to genocide.
Preachers charging so much to bury the dead that families go into debt... Still got to give that 10 percent... Pass the plate again.
Read the holy ever changing scrolls, version and revision on the road to all this division.
Pass the plate again.
Young mother living in the ghetto trying to get by on a 7 to 5 as her children play in the men ass streets, learning how to be beasts from dudes just a few years older, cause life spans is short in the middle of the game.
Prison or the grave.
He holds the gun in his hand and marvels at the power, with this he can fuck a nigger up.
He pulls the trigger and a bullet shatters the glass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TEARS AND JEERS]

[TEARS AND JEERS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MESSAGGGGEEEEEE...
http://youtu.be/ALNF_DCg6VU

Sometimes the tears threaten to become a flood running over the banks of rivers of emotions.
H20 devoted to horrendous memories as told in slave narratives and passed on verbally.
These days it seems that everyone is running from the reality and following the tale of the beast.
Painted fiction so colorful that it dazzles like Nikki's makeup and a punk ass rapper prancing in skinny jeans.
Kissing babies in the mouth on network t.v.
Gangstalicious dreams of rising... Homies befoe hoes and the whole African nation suffers the injustice...
Another 500 years of being the nigger in the mirror... shucking and jiving... Cooning and buffoning.
Big lips and stretched eyes.
Cause the land of the free just don't ring true for the dislocated members of the African family... Cast to the four winds.
The flood cleans the earth.
The tears dry up

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

TURBULENCE IN HIS WAKE.

[TURBULENCE IN HIS WAKE.] SAVAGE BEATDOWN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS MUSIC IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE
http://youtu.be/c2sDwgPlHUE

His footfall as thunder upon his waking he stands and surveys his surroundings.
The sun falling through the slats of the blinds and he opens the door and breathes of the spring air...
So fresh, this morning.
His world awaits as he prepares for his day... Kingdom trees and coffee.
His mind pounds like a synthetic bass as he absorbs the sounds... Bird... squirrels... dragonfly on wing.
Manifestations of Allahs power in full fledged H.D.
Hypodermic injections of particles of air called the breeze tickle nerve endings and bring relief.
See he a prodigy... Educated on city streets and red Georgia clay...
See he a product of his environment born into separation.
Modern he is still the living breathing representation of Mother Africa roaming Babylon.
The signs he reads as he tries to interpret for the wide awake slaves that dot the landscape of his optics.
Blindly they follow bullshit tradition.
Life pounds in the deepest regions of his being and he moves to its beat...
His dance graceful and unique to the quaking percussion.
A warrior in repose.
Fall oh walls of Jericho...
Sonic is his thunder.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE CHOCOLATE OR THE PLUM?]

[THE CHOCOLATE OR THE PLUM?]
THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU CHECK IT OUT...
http://youtu.be/Q6qcSF3PPPw

Your essence...
Chocolate?
A plum?
You sweet, you juicy.
You melting on my tongue...
You dribbling in the hairs of my beard.
I nibble...
I drink...
My taste buds react to the chocolate of your skin...
The juice of your flower...
I fall into the complexity of your flavors.
Way more than 31 as from you have been birthed billions.
A lil flip on the dip of you released in memories of you...
The chocolate...
The fruit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[STRONG LOVE TONES FALLING AS MIST] DEDICATED MY AFRICAN SISTERS

[STRONG LOVE TONES FALLING AS MIST] DEDICATED MY AFRICAN SISTERS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS IS MY ROOTS SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/_2-DDQQ-eOM


She like mist descends and covers my lands.
The hills and the trees.
Drops of her falling from leaves to forest floor.
I soaking in the dew as it runs down a blade of my grass.
To her I owe my existence and she owes hers to me.
She evaporates into the skies of my atmosphere and floats as the clouds in my fields of blue.
Falling as rain she fills my rivers and lakes... flows to my spacious oceans and seas.
Our relationship so intricate that it has never been clearly defined.
Not by psychologist, psychiatrist, preacher or bard.
I try but it eludes me as well.
She like mist descends.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 5 OLD TIES

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 5 OLD TIES
THE SOUNDTRACK...


Smokey is out in his barn making horseshoes when he hears a sound and walks to the doors of the barn to investigate.
He sees 4 white men on horses and they ride up to where he is and stay seated on their horses.
He waits for them to say something and the one who is on the horse closest to him says "Nice place you got here boy."
"Why thank you sir."
The white man looks around before he continues and he says "You done good for yourself nigger."
As soon as the word nigger escapes his mouth Smokey realizes who he is and turns to run back into the barn and get his shot gun but one of the white men has rode around and blocked his way.
Another of the men jumps off his horse and approaches Smokey but the years of working iron has made him hard as stone and he swings and knocks the white man out.
When he turns he feels the lasso wrap around his body and it drws tight and the white man spurs his horse and drag him from his feet.
He hollar's as he falls and the white men yell and laugh as he is dragged on the dirt.
Melinda is in the house and she hears the commotion outside and runs out of the house and into the yard as Smokey is being pulled by the white man on the horse and she just reacts.
She picks up a stone from the ground and throws it at the man who is pulling her husband and it strikes him on his arm and he turns and sees her and yells at the other men to get her. 
They jump from their horses and chase her down and bring her to where her husband is lying tied on the ground. She falls on him as if to protect him but the white men pull her away as the first white man to speak and who seems to be giving the orders walks over and kicks Smokey in the side.
"You know why I'm here nigger don't you. 
You and that painted nigger killed my brother and now you gone pay."
He looks at the young white man with him and says "Go and wake that boy up and bring him over here."
The young white man does as he is told and the two of them walk back. The one who was knocked out is leaning on the other and he is still kind of out of it.
The older white man looks at him and says "Boy this here is one of the niggers that killed yo pappy."
The young man pushes away from the support of the other and walks over to where Smokey is and pulls his pistol from his holster and slaps Smokey with it.
When Smokey wakes he is in the barn and he hears his wife crying. 
He is tied down and he hears his wife crying.
He look to the side and he see's her tied naked and spread and he fights the ropes that bind his arm to no avail. 
The older white man walks to him and says "Good thang you decided to join us nigger. We got somethin special for you and yo wench here.
He looks to the young men who are paying a whole lot of attention to the naked woman and says "Y'all boys ain't never seen no black pootang befoe have ya?" They just look at the Matilda greedily.
"Well my pappy always said the best one to learn on was a nigger wench. I guess its time y'all learned.
Gone get y'all some.
The 4 white men take turns raping Matilda and she screams as they rape her in her ass.
Smokey is helpless as this happens and he cries out in rage as it is happening.
When the white men are finished with her they turn their attention back to Sampson and one of them goes over to the fire where they have placed a rod and he pulls it from the fire white hot and walks to where Sampson is and drags it across his skin and the smell of burning flesh fills the air and Samson screams our in rage and pain as Matilda weeps in the background.
They torture him for what seems like hours but is really only about 10 minutes before one of them takes another rod from the fire and pulls his pants down and thrusts it into his anus. He dies and they stand around him and piss on his body.
The oldest one picks up his pistol and walk to where the cum covered black woman is and shoots her in the head.
They steal anything that they think has value and they load their horse with loot from the house and the barn.
Before they leave they set fire to everything and ride away.

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JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY