{OF SINNERS AND SAINTS}
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES HIS ARRIVAL...
http://youtu.be/0Pe82-3tGdQ
Once a terror of these streets he roamed...
He ready to cave in any motherfuckers chest...
Once pure devastation he raged.
In his metaphysical's he carried the key...
It implanted in him ancestorally...
Deep in his psyche... The key.
Broken glass the symphony he played in the dark of night...
People cringed in fear.
He so hard he didn't care.
Women to conquer and a world to lay waste to...
His footfalls the harbinger Doom...
Once...
He in agony lay, the most important thing taken away.
He looking to the skies for an answer why...
Silence was the skies reply...
He the scion cried.
In his depths the well opened and poured life into his dead soul...
The awakening and he stood...
The once terrorist... The once child of the darkness of the city streets...
He now prophet raged against the system Babylon...
He the problem having become the solution...
Once Jesus lived in the ghetto...
An impoverished youth of the lowest class...
The lock... The key...
He freed now roams
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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