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Thursday, July 18, 2013

We all died a little more last night along with a black boy who shot expired in the rain…
 See, we died victims of an ingrained system of not doing a damn thing when they killed yet another nigger.
We were killed by peaceful resistence as endorsed by the NAACP and a black president scared to speak while living in a white house.
He was killed by pontificating preachers who always go for the money shot while leading ineffectual marches.Talking bout calm while our children are treated like common pond scum and black lives continue to lose value.We died in the malls where we spend money on name brand clothes and Jordans… Make them the priority.Killed on stages where rappers strut their stuff talking about killing another brother… Slave name, bitch ass nigger.We died cause all this talk and no action ain’t bout shit when its our blood that is spilled by guns that are made and sold by white men.Silly porch monkeys fighting over rented property and poverty striken streets.We die cause we became the word nigger

Saturday, July 13, 2013

PARTING THE RED SEA


[PARTING THE RED SEA] ANOTHER PIECE DEDICATED TO TRAYVON'S MEMORY
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITIN TO THIS BEAT... YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/DgFJdh9tCsc

When...
When are we gonna stop depending on a system that has shown no remorse...
No remorse for our ancestors who died as beasts and were buried in unmarked christian graves.
All the while we were the problem...
"Oh those niggers." a chuckle.
When are we gonna realize that a white education ain't done a damn thing but get us one step closer to the slavery which we find ourselves running from...
Slaving in the Pharaohs pits as the system keeps up pinned down...
Mentally and physically bound.
Still guzzling pork chops and 40s as another of our young lies with his brains on the ground.
When is Moses gonna rise from the ranks and strike the guard down...
Part the real red sea Atlantic and lead us back to the promised land...
As we float above the bones of those dead and gone before.
We who were once warriors and philosophers, scientists and architects...
Now having become thugs, pimps and hoes...
Niggas and bitches on Facebook and Instagram...
Where we spout the nonsense as taught in public schools to which we send our young to become system food... 
"Ahhh, nigger tastes good." Serve that motherfucker with name brand jeans.
When are we gonna gird our loins and become that which we were meant to be when we were created in Allahs laboratory...
Those kings and queens.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

[FIRST LOVE] DEDICATED TO KAREN COBB THURMAN


[FIRST LOVE] DEDICATED TO KAREN COBB THURMAN, MY FIRST LOVE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... LISTEN KAREN...
http://youtu.be/iA2Cs2E_iB4

They say you never forget your first love...
The first girl that ever stole your breath away...
They say that it stays with you forever...
Locked into your structure...
A part of your makeup.
I heard her voice again last night and she wiped away so many years...
Took me back to an innocence so long ago lost...
I destined to wander this life another way as she went hers...
She always a part of me even when I tried to distance myself from memories...
We playing in the yard of a tenement in Babylon...
Her voice that of child as mine was then...
I having no idea of the powers that were in motion...
She has become the ideal in my scribe when I write of unification...
The fantasy when I reach into the well from which I draw these things...
Hers is the face that haunts my writing soul...
Soft soap and fresh skin...
My very first love has endured these tests of all this time...
Never to be forgotten...
She has become inspiration personified.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY


HAIKU JIT SU



[HAIKU JIT SU] THE LOVERS FATED
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN AS YOU READ...
http://youtu.be/sBvPnqZe6V4


NATURE 
Beautiful swan
So graceful and black as night
She is resplendant


REPOSED
The winter beckons
A slight wind on a hot day
A subconscious nudge


COMPLEXITY
What of spring gone away
Man in fall ponders the past gone 
Geese in formation


DUPLICITY 
She his comfort comes 
On cold days reminiscing
They become future


Archeological
The dirt falls away
Layers reveal bones bleached white
Their love has endured


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
NATURE 
Beautiful swan
So graceful and black as night
She is resplendant

REPOSED
The winter beckons
A slight wind on a hot day
A subconscious nudge

COMPLEXITY
What of spring gone away
Man in fall ponders the past gone 
Geese in formation

DUPLICITY 
She his comfort comes 
On cold days reminiscing
They become future

ARCHEOLOGICAL
Dry dirt in layers
Falling away and revealing

Monday, July 8, 2013

[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS] AN EROTIC JOINT


[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS] AN EROTIC JOINT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN IT GOES WITH THE PIECE...
http://youtu.be/xJDR3PRDSHY

You came to me again last night on the wings of a sex fueled dream flaying through my subconscious...
You lay on the floor and spread your legs back... your pussy so phat... your clit so long...
I kneeling kissed it and you squirted in my face... I lapped at it and you screamed my name just like you used too...
I felt your hand as it closed around my dick, your hand so small that it could not wrap all the way and I almost came...
I pushed you back and paused for a second before I entered you hard... you called my name again and I fucked you like you like it...
Standing with my palms on the back of your thighs as you came and came and came...
Such a nasty little freak that I lost in the moment bit your nipple and you came again...
I pulled away and grabbed the back of your head and thrust into you mouth heard you gag as I pushed in and pulled out... 
You spit on my dick and my nuts...
I turned you around and slapped you on you fat ass and saw my hand print fading away as I slapped that ass over and over and you screamed that you would not be bad again...
On your knees I entered you and fucked you until you came again... Spraying me... spraying the carpet and your thighs...
I beat at your pussy till I felt my nut rushing to the head of my swollen dick and I pulled from you and turned you around and exploded in your mouth as you swallowed my cream...
We fell to the floor and I rubbed your brown skin as you began to fade away...
Once my queen...
Now the object of my wet dreams.



JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Sunday, July 7, 2013

[TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR] A COLLAB WITH SWEETEE IZQUEEN


[TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR] A COLLAB WITH SWEETEE IZQUEEN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/zjwLhPHDMQg



SWEETEE
Let me drop my guard, I want some water I this weary land that's so bland/ move to the shower on this hr/ flames of passion burns my lips do nothin but moan/ water hits my hand behind every drop down ur back/ trails of kisses taste wet n delicious/ riseing up/ rushing n gushing, I feel ya pushing/ steam in the air, sweaty n flamboyant n I don't care/ Give me stick/ deep n rich/ hands across my chest/ I bounce back n need no rest/ stroking, jumping, n jerking/ Swim in line/ wiggle this time/ as I drain U out/ Chocolate Passion without a doubt

JERALD
No need to fear for even in my rough I shall be gentle for you... Water washing over the brown of your skin and turning it golden... Your moans and the sound of the drops merging... Flying away as spatters as we make contact... Pull apart and make contact again... On my tongue you are wet... So wet... You arched to meet my thrust... Nipples hardened and erect... Ass clapping as I hear you beg for it... a push into the depths of your womb... Warm and fluidly I cum... Reach down and stroke you as you tremble... Call pon Hamzah... The lion.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SWEETEE IZQUEEN