{THE DIRTY LOW DOWN TRUTH}

DON'T NEED NO SOUND... THIS SHIT IS DRUMBEATS...






How to begin...


Hmmmmm...


I guess I just got to say it.


Sometimes I feel like black people ain"t shit.


Let me explain.


Here we are in a political situation that is totally not conducive to us or our survival and in most cases our people try their best to ignore it. When our ancestors envisioned freedom this could not have been what they saw. We are in a state of total confusion as to what freedom is. Freedom is the ability to have your own system within a system, to have our own schools, banks, and financial institutions.


I really think that even your white Jesus loving grandmother would be appalled at what a lot of us have become. Slaves to an even worse system than the chattel slavery that they faced, we are now slaves to the white mans job, the white mans pension. his shoes clothes cars and even his hair. Yep grandma is rolling in her grave right now.


We have lost the ability to raise our children because we are subscribing to a system that forbids us to punish them while the system itself punishes them to great extremes.


The prison system is full of our children while the sad but disturbingly true fact is that our children don't commit more crime than whites or any other race. Its just that we are slaves to a court system that thrives on black lives. They are the fuel for the furnace. Their lives feed the flames.


Mass media portrays us in totally untrue depictions of ourselves and sadly many of us fall into the fictional roles that they observe on T.V. in the movies and the music. When watching the news you can tell if they talking about us by the tone that they use, by the tone that we use. Our plight is told in past terms and any mention of what really happened is suppressed... Even this article will be suppressed, not that it really matters cause the sad fact is that a lot of us don't read anything that this society deems militant. So many are afraid of angering massa... Of making any noise.


So many have sold out and have become a part of the problem. They hate anything that makes them appear black and will defend wrongs by saying that its all our fault, that slavery and segregation which only ended in my lifetime are not to blame. Its us... Its our fault cause we have not learned to talk like massa, walk like massa and that we don't work diligently for massa. All the while massa continues to kill indiscriminately., to incarcerate us for crimes that have no validity. Imprisoned simply because we are poor , because we are a perceived threat.


Black people have become so accustomed to this that they march for an allowed time and hold sermons about it where they pray and go on about their way. Until it happens again, wash, rinse, spin and repeat. Black police officers who participate in the tearing down of our society, black politicians who participate in the rape of our communities while driving the latest car, Sellouts disguised to look like us, dress like us, talk like us while telling us lies. "Vote for me and I will help you." We subscribing to this political system constantly vote in people who don't give a fuck about us. We would have put Hillary in office just because she is a Democrat while forgetting the fact that we have never made any significant gains under them or the Republicans. We are still spinning our tires, stuck in the proverbial mud while our fellow countrymen pass right on by. refusing money from people because they are not Christian while forgetting that the Christians have never really stood for us at any time. Not when we were slaves and they were hanging us, raping our mothers, grandmothers, daughters and wives. Not when they killed Martin Lee Anderson or Eric Green. Nope the collective Christian church has remain pretty much silent while collecting our money and using it to build bigger churches, buy newer cars and print more pamphlets and bible study books where they preach peace while we are being daily confronted with violence.


Our children so indoctrinated to believe that its okay to call each other vile and dispicable names, to believe that being these names is a badge of honor, a way of life. 


Yep...


Sometimes I feel like black people ain't shit.


Only because they have not figured these things out.






JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{DRY BONE SENRYU}

{DRY BONE SENRYU}
THE DOJO SOUND...
https://youtu.be/VzyJhdQkIIg

{NOW}
Clouds racing cross sky
Sun peeking through now and then
The trees lean in wind

{HUSTLING}
Shirt flapping man walks
These days passing are fleeting
Such is the truth time

{SPEAKING}
Rage in the morning
Speaking to they, they don't hear
They would turn deaf ear

{TRUTH}
Only god exists
All other is conjecture
The folly of men

{EVOLVING}
His brothers as leaves
Falling to the killing grounds
They fertilizer

{ATTAINMENT}
Man in wisdom stands
Dry bones have reformed anew
Son rising so high

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{PIECES OF THE CONCH SHELL}

{PIECES OF THE CONCH SHELL}
THE SOUND AS I TRY TO EXPLAIN...
https://youtu.be/FbfESZxbaoA



I saw you damaged, so much potential and the world passing you by.
Spoke to you and saw the tears in your eyes, heard the pain in your voice, such turmoil.
Tsunami, hurricane and torrential rain.
Howling wind sweeping cross your souls plains.
I wanting to be the barrier that would protect you, the warrior who would vanquish the demons haunting you.
A moment in your arms, I would be thy rampage, thine wrath.
We together so formidable that nothing formed could stand in our path.
I saw you damaged and knew that you could fix me, gather my shattered hope of love and reconstruct me.
We building whole societies, they born of our pure love.
You the image cavorting in my dreams would be my safe place.
Our damage the thing that would reconstruct us, drag us from the seven levels of hell.
I saw you damaged and my heart... My heart bled into the corners of my existence where all I have left is my spirituality.
My belief that somewhere there exists one for me.
How can I be so alone in such a massive cosmos.
All these billions of stars and rotating planets.
I a particle, a second.
I infinity squared out to all knowing, omnipotent.
From so many one.
I saw you damaged and the world became but the background to our conversation, we each others healing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(INHALEHERLATION)
THE SOUND OF BREATHING OF SHE...
https://youtu.be/dgmUWRSuv44

You are the breeze that I breathe... The layers of my atmospheres... I would make thee rain.
Man inhabiting human form and I would bring the beast to bare.
Unleash in the sexual savagery of every bit of my literal being.
Taste a bit, lick a bit, drink of it, take a sip.
I lost in the pheromones , high as a fuck, high on fuck.
Mmmmm....
Such lovely thoughts flowing in the channels of my left and right brain.
Petals of thine flower glistening and glinting.
I plunging in.
Taking a swim in thine liquidity.
Rooaarrrr!
Call my motherfucking name!!!
What's my motherfucking name!!!
Scratching scalp and back, lying in layers of skin.
Stretch marks and belly and diaphragm.
Expelled gusts of wind, screams bouncing off walls and into neighbors ears.
You belongth to I and I would make you feel born again.
Play sweet melodies in the halls of your femininity.
Be the fucking symphony, splack and splack again.
Such glorious thoughts and I revealing them.
The beast bare assed in the forest, seen?
All cross these styles in my revelation to thee.
I breathe of thy breeze.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHAT YOU WAAN DO)
THE SOUND OF MASSIVE DAMAGE...

In this life I done seen some fucked up shit... Flipped out, tricked out, pure fuckery abounds type a shit.
Black people getting bad breaks all around in this shit.
I wouldn't be nothing else though cause black get good in this shit sometimes.
Then again you got the fuck shit.
The pure ignit shit.
That nigga moment shit.
Gotta be a true warrior to balance this shit...
Unravel this shit and bust holes in this shit.
Fuck this shit and a bitch go to sleep and wake up to this shit.
Gotta be a beast in this shit.
Thermonuclear and synaptic in this shit.
Spark a riot in this shit.
Be that shit and rock a separate mentality in this shit.
Arm, leg, leg arm head.
Moment of prayer, dojo in meditation in this shit
Stand 360 in this shit.
Squared and African in the reality of all this shit.
Study this shit and break the cycle of this shit.
We hating each other Willie motherfucking Lynch in this shit.
Flawed philosophy and motherfucking clowning in this shit.
Should be gods in this shit.
Our babies trained to be slaves in this shit.
Niggas, hoe's and bitches in this shit.
Defend a crakka in this bitch ass shit.
I will fuck free speech up in this racist ass, manifest ass shit.
Levels and degrees​ as I free flow in this shit.
Sonday in Babylonian, pagan idolotry ass worshipping shit.
So tired of this self imposed prison ass shit.
All my life I been living this shit.
Fuck this motherfucking shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.

(PHASES OF THE SON)

THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...

https://youtu.be/0A3DdIeciik

Liquid molecular suspended in morning air as the day begins...
Pinpoints of light in the haze as metallic chariots emerge and pass by.

Man and water occupying the same area, mist swirling as man walks.

If only man nuclear recognized his true potential.

His true purpose... The air sighs in the leaves.

(Birth)

Newly emerged he

Once sentiant now modernized

Prophecy fullfilled

Sun beating down pon his head as drops of sweat cool his skin.

Salty h20 draining from his very pores from his very pores.

Would that he could recognize his oneness.

Stainless steel and glass glinting in prismatic tones.

The wind groans.

(MIDDLE AGE)

A boy he once was 

Now man he reflects inward

Deepest of darkest.

Pineal light explosions, neurons and grey matter reforms.

He is the wind, the ant, the bee.

He is a new beginning, a savage end.

The rain melting down his melanin saturated skin.

Confusion to the unrealized, peace a sword in his art.

He crying out in the pain of seeing innocents die.

(THE END)

Wisdom the worst friend

Grey hairs in his beard testify

Death calls his true name

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CAN I?) EROTIQUE
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/IdgfFbvipsI

I just wanna touch a woman... Feel her sigh.
So alone and she walks by, all hips and thighs, so mixed up in these emotions and I, I would dine on her pheromones.
Lick at the crossroads of her nappy jungle.
Send her into spasms of orgasm see., I would lap of her divinity, a taste of her dripping into my beard.
I would kiss her lips and let her taste of we.
I hanging so prodigiously, so much weight and I would gently, gently place it ppn her petals.
Rub it back and forth in her lubricity, slide it in and watch her eyes grow wide.
Ride on her moans as the earth rotating spins.
I would whisper her name as I scratch her scalp and pull her as close as I can.
Try to reach unexplored territory, go where no man has ever been.
Stick a finger in her mouth and feel her suck, Oh my!
Both our hearts fluttering as we fuck vangloriously.
Holding back cause I, I don't wanna cum... Each of your orgasms fuel for the beastly fire.
And I feel it, oh I feel it pressing at my sanity... Threatening to erupt and spill into your inner chambers, on your melanic skin.
Damn...
I need to touch a woman who overstands me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY