{THE REAL SHIT}

{THE REAL SHIT}
THE BREAKS...
http://youtu.be/bknxBttOfPU


Cause where I been ain't no love story... No Willie Wonka and the chocolate factory...
Where I been is stranger than any of that fiction that you watch on the telly, commercialized, canned and touted as news.
Where I been 12 year old girls sell they bodies, taught by they mama's how to get that money...
Where I been a 13 year old thug will put a slug in yo head, taught by older thugs how to put in work.
Leave a body cooling on the sidewalk with a hole in the front of it's head, brains hanging out the back.
 A cold statistic told as startling fact by a smug white man on the evening news.
Where I come from the enemy drives a blue and white car and the government is the judge who sentences you for being poor... For being a menace...  For being a deadbeat dad...
Where I been that's a fucking fact and the honest truth...
Where I'm from they done turned the woman against her man... To her he's just a sorry ass nigga... a sperm donor...
Where I'm from he objectifies his woman... To him shes just a bitch... A fine ass motherfucking hoe.
Where I'm from jailhouse stories become legend cause that's all a man has when he's been locked away from society... When he has become beast, institutionalized and stigmatized into thinking that he doesn't stand a chance.
Down here it's all a long way up... Down here its a very short fall... Down here there's no such thing as a level playing field... Fair simply means you didn't get fucked.
Where I'm from the preacher talks of saving the community while taking its money away... Spending it with the white man.
The G, the level and the square.
His children dressing so nice.
He living in a white neighborhood in a white house with a white picket fence... Meanwhile his congregation is living in hell.
The drug dealer is the local hero cause he drives a car like the preacher... Like the white man... He sitting on chrome and shining... 5 baby mamas and one mo on the way.
Slangin dope and dick all over the place.
White mans pawn.
 Little boys wanna be like him and little girls give him blowjobs.
He tricks with little girls mama... She sucking the glass dick.
Yep down here shit is so real that you cant make shit like this up if you tried...
Down here its dat funk.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{YOU THE BEAST AND HUNGER UNCAGED}

{YOU THE BEAST AND HUNGER UNCAGED} 

THE BEAT... I LOVE THIS BEAT...

http://youtu.be/8oveN4tkb3I

There you go again,

all off in the fucking of my mentality...

All the way deep in raw natures keep...

Raw nature no longer sleeps.

Raw nature becomes the beast...

The beast hunger...

Hunger must be fed.

It pacing in anticipation...

You such a succulent treat...

Enticing and sweet.

Hunger licks its lips in remembrance of your juice dribbling down the corner of his mouth...

Chocolate and strawberry...

A sweet piano song...

A shrill cry as you are devoured.

Let loose in your grove he plucks the fruit...

Holds it close...

Peruses thy makings.

He sniffs...

He licks...

He tastes...

He eats.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ISIS HEALED OSIRIS}

{ISIS HEALED OSIRIS}
THE SOUND OF THE FYAH THAT THE WARRIOR SPOKE...
http://youtu.be/hAAKYpPeyTY


She reconstituted me from the broken parts of I she found lying scattered and torn.
I coalesced a king in her presence...
Manifestly... Seen?
My dry bones gaining sinew as I stood in the valley among the other bones and began to speak.
I told them of her glory and our subsequent fall as those who wanted her beauty invaded our country
introducing disease, pestilence and religion.
She stood covered in our blood and shame as I reached down and touched my brothers bones and they grew a heart, skin, hair.
My tears fell and from them grew strength like green grass.
Fortitude as likened to the mighty Boabab tree.
My words became the fire that forged nerves of steel and sharpened the blades of tongues.
Made them razor sharp in the hands of a mighty army as from the valley floor there went up a great roar.
The earth breathed a sigh.
She having made it through another millennium... Her sons had arisen... The skies opened up and the sun shone on this most glorious day.
A standard fluttering in the breeze as hue-manity stood in rank upon rank... Shoulder to shoulder and rooted in solidarity.
She stood watching as the dust swirled and they departed...
 Rain falling and washing the blood and shame away...
In the face of them regimes would fall and her heritage would be safe...
They would become kings and she...
She was queen.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHERE THE???)
THE MUSIC...
Marz Madness - Shawty A Gem ( Prod. The Ivy Club): http://youtu.be/_Hxm2baJBcM

And I am ripped from the here and now into the what ifs as I smell your scent cybernetic...
What if and shit becomes primal as I visualize you laid out and shining from the soft sheen of sweat that graces your skin.
My meat and yours as I sink in... Brown and black.
Pink petals pulled back.
I taste.
I taste yesterday, tommorrow and a beautiful future.
Hmmmm.
You rip me from the drudgery and the insanity as I intergalactic and interdemensional linger on your physique.
Fuck my way into your nubianity.
Bring blackness boiling forth from your loins.
It translucent shining as it skeets glistening into the air and redistributed as drops splattered as I beat down, bend down and drink.
One minute in 1860 the next 2014, time irrelevant where we be.
Me making you and you making me see... Be 4d.
We ripped from this, shredded and fucking free.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE MEETING)
THE SOUND FOR THIS TALE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uu-ymMmp3U&feature=youtube_gdata_player

He lost walked past her...
She saw him.
There was something about him and she stopped him.
He now found talked to her and the pain fell away.
Her brown eyes the calm trees that swayed in forest breezes.
The world falling into an imitation of ocean waves as they stood on a streetcorner in Babylon.
She saw his past in his eyes wounded warrior he and she sang he a song so sweet that if he had tears left they would have certainly fell from his eyes.
Stained the concrete.
Puffs of wet dust.
The sun traversing the sky found them on a park bench.
At a deli table.
Her Afro like an eclipse in the suddenly dark sky... He lost in her nappy, she in his strength.
He having been in this war so long, fighting an enemy that normal man seemed not to see.
The moon finds them at the same intersection as in the distance an ambulance wails.
They holding hands say no words.
There is no need to.
They are complete.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Your nectar would I cross

(SPACE MIST)
DO NOT SLEEP ON THIS MUSIC...
Hard Emotional Piano Hip Hop Beat - Wonderful Wor…: http://youtu.be/Uui1X4lC-v4

Your nectar would I cross a thousand, thousand galaxies to drink flowing warm from your depths.
Become a hue-man naut suspended in thy an I mation I a grow strong on thy juice.
Becoming fluid, thick and wet.
I in the space between your thighs and pondering which avenue to take, a lick a or a suck.
A long swipe of the tongue all out here in this space.
Fruit so fuckin sweet.
The atoms of all things related to we found in thy chemicality... Thy makeup reflects we.
I tasting all these things as I drink of thy dew.
I landing on your earth and drinking of thine nectar.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOVES TRANSCENDENCE) A COLLAB FEATURING SMOKESTACK LIGHTNING
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DANCE...
Rifi-X Prod - Sad Emotional Crying Guitar Rap Bea…: http://youtu.be/ah2laiaIeGM

J
And of what would thy a queen speak to one such as I who fell a star blazing into the atmosphere of man?
One who seeks to know the comfort love firsthand... Such an alien concept.
I who have traveled across galaxies and dimensions to look upon thy fair being... To hear your words fall upon these ears...

S
My noble king,
Whose praises I sing,
I bring
Thee
Thoughts from galaxies
The advanced beings
From outer space
Could never replace
Your wit,
Your charm
You disarm
Your queen with a glance
Thus know our love is fated...not happenstance
No circumstance
Can come between us
You
Tantamount
Above all things
In my life
Is a must...

J
I a traveler have found a home in thy embrace.
Thy words my shelter from the coldness of deepest darkest space.
The utter loneliness of being the outcast.
Such an arduous journey that ends with this fulfillment.
You a beacon shining in the heavens of my psyche... The waters of my making.
I grasping reached out my hand and have caught thy solidity.

S
Your majesty, I take your hand
no entreaties, no demands
I stand
in awe of thee
thy magnificent majesty
there is no other
no greater lover
you shine so bright
your my delight
I adore thee more and more
I contemplate what's in store
for our kingdom
you and your infinite
unparalleled
unequaled
wisdom
music to my ears
your voice is the only sound
i ever want to hear
hold me
my darling king
keep me ever near
my place is here
our hearts
no fear
and when you bring the biggest tears
to my cheeks
when our passions meet
intense heat
rapid, thundrous, zeus' heart beats
all i want is to repeat
each day
with thee
in every way
i stand beside you
here to guide you
and beguile you
charm you
tease you
feed you
please you
love you into an abyss
i insist
the gods are charmed
they can never resist
our glow
we show
our love
from above and beneath

i bequeath
my heart, mind, body and soul
it is me
that thou shalt own
for eternity

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SMOKESTACK LIGHTNING