(BOOTY MAN INSANITY)

See the fucked up shit bout it is, I got a thing for female booties.
Some folks think its all about the big ass but realistically I just love all ass.
Some R Kelly mixed in I love all the booty.
Shaking, standing or firm I'm a self professed Gluteus Maximus man.
Not like normal, see?
I'm talking bout King Kong slanging buses and climbing buildings crazy.
Booty all in the corners of my mind.
Bent over and spread, labia hanging beneath.
Such a beautiful sight.
Call my name, call my motherfucking name insane.
Beast beating down on my temples, heart pounding in my phallus.
Booty, booty, booty and there I am found.
Sitting in the corner talking to myself.
Straight jacket can't contain the variations in the booty man.
Lost in fantastic thoughts of undulating cheeks.
Sweat and cum dripping to crumpled sheets.
Skin slapping as I man beat, beat, beat.
Come here my dear.
Damn I got a thang for booties.
Whew motherfucking weeee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FREESTYLEE)

Off into the cosmos, words ripped directly from star scrolls
Galactic drops and universal truths exposed.
We but shards shining in the light of a billion sun's.
Heiroglyphics carved in the bark of trees on distant worlds.
Our melanin filled skin carrying the coded DNA that created these beings.
🔥 clay and water coalescing and becoming these beings.
These men, these women who look to starry skies.
We seeking our beginnings while hurtling towards the end.
We being found in these synchopated nouns, adverbs and blazing metaphors.
A lonesome stranger standing on a street corner, shouting into the void.
We could be free, we could be free.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOGISTICALLY)

He man though born of woman fell from the skies.
Son of an imploded Sun falling to the surface of the planet they would call Earth.
His being combination of carbon and water, his mentality helix formed in ancestral strands, his 💓 made of 🔥.
He man though born of woman having no beginnings, no ending.
Orders of Melchizedek and Essene priesthoods, wisdom brought forth from triple stages,  pineal and free.
Hue-man born fiery, a shining 🌟 for all to see.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAY MY NAME)

Such a delicate thing.
Almost a lesson in fragility.
The wings of a butterfly, the sting of a billion bees.
So lovely, so deadly.
My love, my love, I would seek of thee.

(Awakening)
Man mesmerized
Her being personified
Past, present, future.

Our existence still a mystery in the grand scheme.
We who would call ourselves these Suns of the Sun.
Daughters of the earth.
I would walk the entirety of this planet to glance into thine eyes.

(Scentsual)
She smells of the breeze
Her pheromones so unique
His soul awakens

A lonely griot, a wandering bard,  heiroglyphics drawn on a cyber wall.
Such a vivid image imprinted on the screen of a man's soul.
Man would peruse of thine mysteries.
The antithesis to his thesis.
Together so entwined.
We these definitions of all these lives.
Such a delicate thing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF WISDOM AND INSANITY)

And what of wisdom the hardest possession to obtain.
It lurking at the perimeter of all these things.
Wisdom living in the highest of places, wisdom hiding in the lowest of places.
All these things a lesson as black strands of hair turn grey, as old life fades away and new life begins.
Eyes of a babe as it takes it all in, processing information.
Practical applications and fleeting glimpses of sanity and insanity.
Whole societies falling because of conventional wisdom, rising from the ashes because of it.
So many having sought wisdom standing on street corners yelling it in broken sentences.
Victims of not being able to accept it's truth, it challenging the threshold of their existence.
Wisdom taking no pity on the weak or the strong, no regard for the mother nor the father.
Wisdom does not discriminate nor is based on age, once a person is burned they know 🔥, once wet they know water.
Wisdom so simplistic in it's simplicity is the hardest thing to find, it the direct enemy of closed minds.
Wisdom standing at the edge of blackness tattered and torn, wisdom rising from the depths having survived the storm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BUSS DOWN)

I drop solidly astronomically sound, see... I a preordained lyrical prodigy.
Falling from the depths of innerspace to the surface of the planet Out Of Place.
Shit just ain't all seems in the city of Sold On A Dream where poverty is the reality or so it seems.
So many lost in the State Of Confusion, lost in a world of illusion.
I supersonic in a freefall of fiery rain, a scab to sooth the blinding pain.
Son born at the heart of an exploded Sun, hue-man and universal one.
In the triple stages developed knowledge, they don't teach this in college.
Blazing and blinding, mesmerizing and binding, fused and winding.
Web of spider weaved so intricately that it moves in the breeze, so many ensnared in position bended knee.
Eyes squeezed shut as reality passes by, Angels in jalsa cry.
I drop hypnotically. I a product of an orchestrated society.
Oh the tragedy... Oh the travesty.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE DAWN OF A DEMENTED MINDS MORN)

These words that come from this pen, raining down as pineal sound bites.
Synchopated metaphors and hyperbole scribbled to these waiting pages, salve for the broken skin of a tortured psyche.
Mind Elevation born of an excursion into the jungle formed by these beings.
Concrete and asphalt built dreams crumbling down onto the dojo, Subconsciously.
Lyrical Wing Chun karate uleashed upon any friend or enemy who would attack.
This verbal Kung Fu so eloquent, a dancer interposed against a rugged landscape.
Love such a harsh teacher, the Motivation, tears trickling down cheeks the testimony to a learned lesson.
So often Ecstasy the prelude to jubilation, so often the prelude to pain, the meaning of yin and yang.
Hue-manity wandering in the desert Unknowing which borders the city Out Of Control.
Time but an illusion as the days wane awayyyy, awayyy.
A moment standing in the light realization, Jubilant in the illumination.
Signs, cornerstones and guideposts litter the horizon pointing to THE FINIS.

John swatz: Karate
Thomas nicolaus: motivation
Emaj: time
Monica: motivation
Janice: jubilant
Tayda:: love
Cynthia: ecstasy

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Video edited by @yodaddynasty JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.
FEATURING: Michael Jai White
Music by: Airlock.