BUSS NUTT

[BUSS NUTT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/D8q-e_z9Ao4

You make me wanna buss nutt...
Got me so hard that as my dick rubs against the fabric of my underwear it leaves a wet stain...
Precum a predecessor to the act.
The expanse of your chocolate skin leaves me dizzy as blood leaves my brain and rushes to my other head.
Swells the veins.
Has it weighing about 5 pounds.
You in your seductive ways got me leaning on sway and feeling a certain way.
I long to taste of the makings of you as they pour from your core.
Wanna see you buss nutt.
Hear the sound of your sighs as I stroke the layers of your skin... explore your cave... find myself lost in your caverns.
You are the release of my emotions... The joy and the rage.
The stars that float above our heads sing in unison as I mounted ride you...
You mounted ride me in reverse cowgirl.
I so lost in the way that your lips wrapped pull at the thick of my dick.
Make it feel as if I may spill away my life force.
Be swallowed by the universe you.
A lily floating on the skin of a tranquil pool...
Fruit hanging from an abundant tree.
The explosion of a sun in deepest space.
You make wanna recreate the big bang...
You make me wanna buss nutt.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

DEEPLY ALONE

[DEEPLY ALONE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DIRGE...
http://youtu.be/tLC2LhulglA

I in my loneliness reflect as the ebb and flow continues...
The hum of black tires on black asphalt as a black car passes through a black neighborhood on its way to a black house where a black family sits and prepares to eat dinner.
I a lonely man walk surrounded by queens, yet I remain single in the fortress of my solitude...
Looking at visions on the wall as they swirl in and out of focus... An eye, a nipple and a whisp of her scent as I drift a prisoner to her visage.
For who truly overstands the depths of my reflections... I birthed in the system Sirius and transplanted in the Milky Way.
Semen spurted into a womb and grown to man.
Cast into the land as a pariah and fated to roam educated among sleeping man.
I in my loneliness cry to Allah, cry to my ancestors to take away these things I know.
Make me like them.
It is cold out here in the space of overstanding as the vacuum swallows the sound of my pleas.
I shiver at the reality as it dawns clear across this planet I observe.
Breaks across the galaxy and spills its light across the universe as a pinpoint of light.
Twinkling in the sky of a far distant planet where they know that there is life out there.
Observe.
I in my loneliness seek the warmth of your embrace if only for a second...
I alone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

OF MEN AND LIONS

[OF MEN AND LIONS]
THE MUSIC... TRIBAL DRUM SOUND...
http://youtu.be/x7KynfHRL9Y

Lion on plain rises and emits a subsonic roar which rolls off into the distance...
Pulsing in the air.
In a city in the modern land Amerikkka a man arises from the briefest of sleeps and touches a keyboard.
He emits an alphabetic roar which leaves some cringing in its wake...
The sound akin to the scream of a billion bees.
The lion hungry stands and looks at the herd, he sees one weak and charges...
A slap of the hind leg... a sink of the teeth into the jugular and the lion eats meat.
He is complete.
The man hungry looks at the screen as he hunts his prey... He sees it as it stands and he pounces in... Quickly applies pressure so that it makes not another sound.
He sinks his teeth in...
Knowledge floods his taste buds.
He is complete.
The lion sniffs at the air and smells his old enemy man... One so frail yet so cunning.
The lion knows that if he wants to take him he must do it quick...
He chooses to walk away...
Maybe he and man shall meet again some day.
Maybe it is fate.
The man looks at the masses and smells the fear... He sees his old foe ignorance still makes a mighty stand.
The man knows that if he is to challenge him it must be done strategically.
The knowledge that he has eaten tells him to walk away.
He and ignorance shall meet again some day.
It is fate.
The lion emits a sonic roar which strikes fear in the heart of man... He knows that he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and walks into the rising sun.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must face man.
The mans scroll roars from the cyberpage and strikes fear in the heart of man... He know he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and steps out among the masses.
The rising sun caresses his head.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must awaken man.
It is time.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE SILVERBACK PUNANI PROMISE

[THE SILVERBACK PUNANI PROMISE]
THE MUSIC... YOU BETTER LISTEN, THIS PIECE AND IT GOES TOGETHER...
http://youtu.be/q13Ukr4ftuI




Wherever I see you its going down...
I must admit I will be on that straight gorilla jack a pussy shit...
Sniffing the spores of your pussy from the air as it circulates...
Tasting your scent on my tongue.
Kissing your nipples, your belly, your pulsating petals.
Wherever I see you its gonna get nasty.
On the bus stop... The yellow line in the middle of the street... The police station as the officers stand around cheering us on, make videos on their camera phones.
Some of that make that pussy leak juice all down your thighs and trickle to your feet beatdown.
Screaming and calling on the beast to fuck you off to the land of blissful sleep.
Snoring in the aftermath of all this pressure, sweet dreams
Whenever I see you I am going to make you know that you are sexy, that you excite me.
A silverback gorilla encased in mans skin roaring savagely...
Lost in the animalistic as it shatters like glass in my soul and crashes against the depths of my core.
I see nothing but you as I prepare to enter the walls of your womb.
You the object of my infatuation as it stands at the present moment.
Whenever and wherever I see you its gonna go down.
This I promise.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

WHERE HAVE THE CHILDREN GONE?

[WHERE HAVE THE CHILDREN GONE?]

THE MUSIC... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS INSTRUMENTAL... PLAY IT AS YOU READ...

Where have the children gone?

It seems that they have been lured away by the Pied Piper as he played their gangster rap songs.

Turned them into niggas and hoes and pumped ignorance right into our homes.

They followed him to the edge of the ocean of lies and dived right in...

They not knowing how to swim have sank beneath the waves of deceit and drowned in a sea of deception.

We mourn their loss and talk of stolen youth and misguided youth while standing at the waters edge afraid to get our feet wet.

So many of us not knowing how to swim.

The cycle started rotates and agitates again and again...

We hear their voices bubbling from the depths as they lie on the ocean floor where so many of our ancestors bones bleached white lie...

Those who never made it to the shores of this great experiment...

Lets make a nigger.

The wind blows sand in our stinging sand in our eyes and as we wipe away the tears they fall into the water... salty.

We look to the sky and call on white Jesus to relieve us of our burden and he turns his back to us for he is but a figment of our imagination.

He never having existed.

The Pied Piper stands in the sand and continues to play on as young men with saggy pants walk past him and file into the prison system where they alive are eaten by sharks...

Fertilizer shit out and floating to the bottom.

Used to feed the growth of a profile.

Niggers aint shit... Niggers are violent... Niggers are so ignorant.

Our children have been led astray by almost 500 years of whitewash and mental manipulation.

Our children have been swept beneath the waves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

HOUSE OF THE RISING SON PART 4

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART 4
THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS PART OF OUR TALE...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynraRVHCBzD44sJvw8dlklWqi

Ishmael is a fast learner and Jasper a great mentor.
His old life is forgotten as he grows into his new one.
In the year since he has met Jasper he has seen so much, done so much.
His power has grown to enormous proportions and Jasper has helped him to see his true potential.
He has also told him other things about the others who have sold out to the system and he has explained the system.
How it is controlled by ancient orders converted to fit the current situation.
The Illuminati.
How they have suppressed knowledge and kept man from reaching his true potential.
He told him of the Nephilim.
The children of fallen angels who still walked the earth and caused chaos.
They had the ability to influence minds and could read them just as Jasper and he could.
He also told him of people like themselves who have sold out to the system... Become a part of it.
They are the ones who hunt people like Jasper and himself.
Today is a very special occasion for Ishmael...
Today he takes the test.
As he dresses he thinks about all these things and more.
He is not nervous, he never has been, yet he is wondering what the test entails.
He opens the door to his room and walks down the hall.
He stops and looks at the painting that hangs there.
Jasper told him that this man was Menelik and that he was the son of King Solomon and the queen of Sheba whose name was Makeda.
He had told him the story of how king Solomon wooed the queen.
She was so impressed by his intelligence that she became one of Solomon's wives and became pregnant with Menelik.
She being the strong woman she was went back to her kingdom and raised the child.
When the boy came of age she sent him to live with his father who taught him the things he knew.
He went on to tell Ishmael of Solomon's unique power which he inherited from his Father David.
The ability to speak to and overstand animals.
How a mere ant had saved an entire army.
How in the end Menelik had brought the ark of the covenant to Ethiopia.
How he was called the wisest of men.
Ishmael looks at the painting once again and goes down the stairs to meet Jasper who stands at the bottom.
Jasper takes something from his pocket and holds it out to Ishmael.
It is a rock.
Ismael takes it and he is suddenly transported to another time... He is in a clearing in a forest and there is a fire.
Sitting across from him there is a woman and he knows that the fire that shines in her face was made with this rock and that it is called a flint rock.
He knows that she is the real reason for this flight and that he will love her until she dies.
He looks at Jasper and there is a look on his face that explains it all.
It is not sadness but resolve.
Jasper says "That is yours now."
They walk out of the door and down the stairs to the sidewalk.
The test awaits.

THE STORY OF SOLOMON AND MAKEDA AS TOLD IN THE BIBLE...
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Kings+10&version=NIV

TO BE CONTINUED

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

VISIONS OF LOVE

{VISIONS OF LOVE}
THE SOUNDTRACK AS LOVE AND I ENTER THE SCENE...
http://youtu.be/BUcq1WtrT6o

Thou hast taken my perception and flipped it out...
Made it anew...
I have felt you.
Where once I was barren and alone...
I have known you, drank of you...
So strange your ways.
I have loved and been loved, yet am I loved?
So strange thy diversified ways...
I swept away.
Thou cometh as fyah, burning and consuming souls...
Joy and pain in thy wake...
I have sought thee, found thee, lost thee again...
Thou, a companion and a stranger as these days flow past.
I in agony have cried as you walked away...
Left me a weary soul.
I have rejoiced at seeing you again...
Welcomed you with open arms.
Love, my old friend.
Come in.
Held you warm and pulsing against my chest.
Thrust into your core.
Watched children born of you become men and women.
Watched children born of you die on the cold hard concrete.
Perspectives from the precipice where I and love stand.
Straight flipped out.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY