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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

(MOSES IN THE PROMISED LAND)


(MOSES IN THE PROMISED LAND) 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE… THERE IS A PURPOSE HERE, LISTEN TO THE MUSIC… 
http://youtu.be/KkMiCGTi0SM

 I woke up with the intent to throw a monkey wrench in the works. 
See I know that the folks that look like me are most of the time my worst enemy, so many so brainwashed that while they are born again they are born lost. 
In these times where everybody is educated and plugged in our bulb seems to grow ever dim… The corners where the darkness contains monsters created by a vicious system draw ever near. 
Walls closing in.
Babies pulled from mothers wombs and given the mark.
 A European last name and a social insecurity number and cast into the pits of public education where not a damn thing is taught relating to the African.
 Savages saved and brought to this great nation where minorities still make the best soldiers for the front lines… Fighting for freedom in a land where even the black president ain’t nothing but a well dressed nigger as the tea party calls for a revolution.
 Black life is still the cheapest as the government puts more guns and bullets on the street while screaming protection and somewhere a mother puts her baby in the ground. 
Tears running down her Negroid features… 
Salty like the ocean that the slaveships crossed to bring us here.
 Pharaoh just changed his clothes and lost melanin here in Babylon where the Israelites still look for the promised land while dying for being born the wrong color.
Sharif's stand at the judges right hand guarding the republic as slaves in chains are led to the auction block and handed time.
Led to the dungeons.
I woke up with the intent to throw somebody a key.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Sunday, May 12, 2013

SPIT DAT


[SPIT DAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... IF YOU WANT TO TRUELY SEE THE PIECE YOU GOTTA HEAR THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/4U3tueHrRRk
Cross the ghetto housing walls and into the universality.
A distinct and factual reality.
Pounding the concrete and banging down mental does.
These scintillating versatile floes soothe woes.
A bit a the old Harlem Renaissance.
A phenomenal rhyme filled seance.
Raise the dry bones... Raise the dry bones.
Willie Lawrences son is bringing this thang home.
Yeah though I once dwelled in the pit I aint forgot how to spit.
A flip a dis and a flip a dat shit.
A drop of momentous magnitude.
A pure shatterer of perceptions of latitude.
The thump in your left ventricle.
The bumping in your temples.
Pure beatdown in a cadillac trunk.
Fluid ass Florida guerilla funk.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, May 10, 2013

CHOCOLATE DROP

[CHOCOLATE DROP]
THE MUSIC AND YOU BETTER LISTEN CAUSE THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR IT...

Cum be my little chocolate drop...
Melt yourself all over me...
I am pressure born to be released...
The drizzle and the driving storm... 
The pounding beat at the back of your tunnel walls...
Reveal yourself to me...

Your layers are the stage for my rages and my sensuality...
Emergence of the beast lost in the taste of your chocolate as it drips from silver and black beard...
Falls across lapping tongue.
The beat...
The beat...
Pounding at my temples and beating in the veins that track the blood in my phallus...

Peel the wrapper away and show me your cocoa tones...
Make me want to take you savagely yet softly as I the beast fall into your duality...
The blessing of your creation...
The petals of the flower that blooms in your garden...
Spread universally...

Pushed up in a corner where I make the air vibrate with the sounds of primitive drums...
The head made of skin...
As I spank it and make it vibrate...
Poot, fart and spit...
Push it back to me as I push into the beats of your heart...
Rearrange the patterns of your dna...
Cum... 
Be my little chocolate drop...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY







[THE HARD DROP]


[THE HARD DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/SwxoxobF30Y

Knowledge was once passed along from father to son...
Mother to daughter...
Once elders were respected and revered.
Man was one, the earth recognized this and was good to man.
Co-existing on a dimensional level with the angels of Allah.
Once man was strong and had the power to manipulate the very structure of things.
Sampson and the donkeys jawbone... Daniel in the lions den... Moses and the Pharaoh.
All through the blessings of Allah.
Once man knew there was only one god and god respected that.
As time went on man began to question the power of Allah, having lost the ability to communicate he became one dimensional...
Easily mislead.
A flash and a bang and mesmerized man fell under the spell of other men who sought power, using the name of the most high to point the finger...
To cast blame... 
An islamic extremist is the same as a christian terrorist who wears a white sheet, stands in a senate meeting in this the land of the supposed to be free.
Murder is murder and babies is babies as the west wages a cleansing battle on the eastern front.
Calling citizens insurgents and blasting them to pieces... Stealing the oil and selling poppy to drug dealers on street corners. 
All the while sending pawns to prison and calling them the problem.
Man falls further and further away from co-existence as preachers in pulpits preach the wrong script... Madmen misrepresent the wisdom of Allah.
The people once whole have now fallen apart.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE GIFT


[THE GIFT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/rasczofdhSA

As soft as a wet dream where you the image becomes reality plump and sweet.
A figment of a need consuming lonesomeness as we consummate on a spiritual plane.
Speak to me in the voice of all the women I have known... The one I may one day know. 
Your scent a wisp of a whispering mist swirling subconsciously. 
You settling onto the jonez in my bone, Pulling sap from my roots.
A gift interdimensional...
I felt you in my waking, with the passing of seconds you fade away...
I seek you in the day.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thursday, May 9, 2013

[THE SUN AND THE EARTH] DEDICATED TO ALL AFRICAN QUEENS PAST AND PRESENT


[THE SUN AND THE EARTH] DEDICATED TO ALL AFRICAN QUEENS PAST AND PRESENT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... I CHOSE THIS SONG CAUSE OF ITS MEANING...
http://youtu.be/5pNE00Oh4QQ

Did I ever tell you why I view you the way that I do?
See when I was a little boy I saw the women around me and they carried themselves as queens.
Through all the bullshit they struggled to feed us and clothe us, let us attain the best education.
Back then most of us were only a generation or two removed from slavery and we remembered the pain cause it was told to us in church and at home.
A queen showed me Africa on a map... A queen told me my first story of slavery... a queen birthed me and raised me from a baby.
In these modern times so many argue over the word queen, saying its has no meaning but when they showed me pictures of queens in books and they were white I knew that was not right cause all the queens I knew were black.
In these modern times we try to judge queens by what they do... how they live their lives as we fall behind at an alarming rate... All the while forgetting that they are our healing.
No matter the form.
When I say queen or empress to you I am paying you the highest honor that I can bestow through words to you.
I view you the wayI do cause I know that when the Prototypical Adam opened his Prototypical eyes he looked into your Prototypical face and sighed.
When Solomon saw your face he fell enthralled into your depths.
When Isa (Jesus) opened his newly formed eyes he looked into yours.
I view you the way I do cause I know these things to be true.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY