JC THE TRUTH
I'm a P.O.W.
Feb 23, 2009
P.O.W. (Prisoner Of Words) check it out at www.soundclick.com/jcthetruthnyc
Lyrics below..........
P.O.W. (Prisoner Of Words)
Written and Produced by: JC – The Truth
Beat by: Mista KA
HOOK:
Shackles locked around my bare feet
I don’t think that I’m ever gonna see them released
Got rips in my back from life’s whip,
Damn I swear freedom is priceless.
I’m a POW
Can’t nobody walk in my shoes
I’m a POW
I can never escape the truth.
VERSE 1:
I was born for a reason
Born to break even
Born to work my hands dry
Born to be baptized
Born to take a big meaning
Make it more simplified
…Look me in my eyes
Take a journey through my rhymes.
They ride time
Designed to mesmerize
Realize you aint gonna find
No lines better than mine.
Prisoner of Words
The sh*** sounds absurd
But all I see is subjects,
Definitions, and verbs.
Preserving predicates
Nourishing Nouns through sounds
Hip-Hop, lip locked
Exercising my vowels.
Uncharted disease.
…Please believe
I’m me but not free
Till truth passes my teeth.
I’ll sleep when I’m six feet
Deep, as maggots eat
With ravens flying over top my meat.
No I don’t smoke trees
I’d rather use the paper to
Collect thoughts
And create a f***in masterpiece.
HOOK
VERSE 2:
I can’t conversate.
When I say what I feel,
It hurts peoples feelings
So I watch what I say.
Think before you speak.
But sometimes words slip
And I gotta dip quick
Before I swing fists.
I know I gotta gift.
But gifts come with negative.
Just ask Mike Tyson,
And Mike Vick
We do stupid shit.
Humans need a fix,
I swear I gotta spit
If I didn’t then I’d probably flip.
I wanna escape,
But I gotta embrace
These prison bars that God
Put in front of my face.
A prisoner of Earth
Prisoner since birth
Chained up by words
Communication rehearsed.
I swear I wanna erase
All the anger and pain.
But how do you erase shit
Drilled inside of your brain?
I patiently try and explain
But no one understands
I am who I am…
A complicated man.
HOOK
VERSE 3:
I’m at war,
Soldiers, I need support
If I call you on the horn
I’ll need to be reinforced.
But of course
Dependence is not 100%
Trust is just a word
And I’m never trusting again.
So I vent
Inventing sentences so I can end
This nightmare that keeps on
Playing inside my head.
Try and comprehend my friends
But I recommend
Soaking my notes in
Instead of tryina’ pretend
Like you know how I feel
Wondering why I can’t heal
I’ll never reveal
My achilles heel -
The appeal…
It’s just too f***in surreal
Open my chest up
And you’ll find a bucket of steel.
Chains, bolts and nuts
In the shape of a heart
Tune-up every single week
Cause the sh*** is falling apart.
Interrogating art
The Da Vinci of Hip-Hop
Slave to the sample
Since the birth of the beat box.
HOOK
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DEAR GOD
Nov 30, 2008
I hope ya'll enjoy this. I basically laid myself out there to be dissected feel me? I really appreciate taking your time to read this. Hopefully you can relate in some way.
DEAR GOD
By: JC - The Truth
Dear God,
I wanna sleep happy tonight.
Head bent kneeling next to my bedside light.
Step back from my flesh looking at my life.
I sit and contemplate if I did you right.
It's like my whole youth was caught up in a vice.
Turned and clamped close shut,
Forcing me to grow up.
Forcing me to be stuck.
Forcing me to accept something I'm trying to completely forget...yet,
I can't juke the truth.
Though I want to move on...
Sins dangle I commit from the crucifix.
I try apologizing through these sentences,
Through my life struggles I'm preaching messages.
I'm your specimen,
Pawn set on the board.
I'm reporting from the fort,
Lyrics fighting the war.
I'm forcing my remorse
To morph to a source
I'm replenishing through heaven
With assistance of course.
And without your support
I'd be lost in the dark.
Putting people in my life,
At the pluck of your harp.
Got an Army of Angels,
Standing in formation.
For your information,
You're my inspiration.
You were my best friend,
When I was stuck in the streets.
Fetal position, freezing...
Steady searching for heat.
Couldn't feel my feet.
Knew I had to think quick,
As my tounge licked the scabs,
On my cracked chapped lips.
Sending prayers every minute:
"God give me the strength,
come through with a plan
cause I'm missing a link!"
Tried to join the military,
but failed the physical.
The thought crossed my mind
To live life as a criminal.
Even thought a couple times:
"Is life really livable?"
I didn't doubt myself,
I was just so miserable.
Then in my darkest times
Bright lights shined true.
People I never knew
Came and helped me through.
They supplied the foundation
For my education.
So I put myself through school
Limited vacations.
Cause my destination
Was within my grasp.
And I won't stop stepping
Till' I breathe my last.
God I know I'm not worthy
To write you a letter.
But I beg for you to read this
Cause I'm under some pressure.
See...I got kids brothers
That are counting on me.
Friends, relative and fans,
Waiting anxiously.
Cause I really believe,
With you and I as a team...
I can make it to the top
And fullfill my dreams.
I've got so many plans
To help people in need.
Trying to turn some rank stench
To a fresh new breeze.
So please, agree to lead.
I put my life in your hands.
I'm the seed to be a tree,
Just put your prints in the sand.
Cause I know I'm your man.
Every day I get better.
Vocab loaded in the clip,
Lyrical laced beretta.
The priceless treasure.
Words straight to the street.
It's either now or never God...
I'm kissing your feet.
I'm sending this letter
Through my Gaurdian Angel.
I don't need to lick a stamp...
I'll use my soul as the label.
I AM THE MOST POETIC UNDERGROUND HIP-HOP ARTIST IN NYC.
GOOGLE THE NAME... SEE THE BUZZ
www.jcthetruth.com
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JC - THE TRUTH'S... 10 MC AMENDMENTS...
Jan 10, 2008
YOU SERIOUS ABOUT BEING A GREAT MC? HERE ARE SOME GUIDELINES TO LIVE BY. GET YOUR RESPECT, GET YOUR EDUCATION, AND GET YOUR MIND STATE RIGHT. BECOME A FUCKIN BEAST.
1. A Great MC.......... paints a picture with lyrics connecting their own world with the world of the listener.
2. A Great MC.......... uses their own voice to express views the average person wouldn't comprehend, or be hesitant to talk about.
3. A Great MC.......... can flow and deliver on any instrumental of any style while still composing a powerful message.
4. A Great MC.......... can write a song about anything, but doesn't... only important things.
5. A Great MC.......... knows by heart the definitions for hearing, listening, and bitching.
6. A Great MC.......... understands the difference between hip-hop and rap.
7. A Great MC.......... knows the pioneers of hip-hop and respects their vision.
8. A Great MC.......... knows where hip-hop started... New York City.
9. A Great MC.......... can move a crowd... on a Monday morning.
10. A Great MC.......... doesn't need a record deal to feel complete, they already are.
JC - THE TRUTH
GOOGLE THE NAME... SEE THE BUZZ
www.jcthetruth.com
I AM THE MOST POETIC UNDERGROUND HIP-HOP ARTIST IN NYC.
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REACH THE PRO'S? SHIT. I'M GONNA TEACH THE PRO'S.
Jan 10, 2008
.................Most mothaf***as DON'T WANNA LISTEN to underground hip-hop, because they THINK mainstream is where it's at. But they FORGET............. them mainstreamers............. they STARTED underground and eventually.......... someone gave them a BREAK....
The TALENT is UNDERGROUND ya'll. Simple as that.
It's like cats are EMBARRASSED to bump our music sometimes.......... because we're UNDERGROUND.... because we don't have the MILLION DOLLAR HOMES, drive the EXPENSIVE WHIPS, and rock MR. T ICE and shit. All jokes aside..... WE ARE THE REALEST ARTISTS ANYWHERE. WHY???? Because we're still struggling and actually have sh*** to talk about in our music....... because we don't have Record Labels riding our ass with budgets telling us to fill our CD's with club tracks so it sells............. because we understand the value of the word............. ARTIST....... because we live for the MUSIC...... not the MONEY.
But then...................... when simple cats WITH TALENT UP THE ASS.... like us "BLOW UP".......... people wanna buy CD's and TAG THEMSELVES FANS.......... and eventually........... the media will find a human fault in the past........ and use it against us......... because THAT SELLS. GOSSIP. BULLSHIT. WACK ASS MEDIA STORY'S.................. you know...... It's actually pretty crazy when you think about it. Especially when you think about where hip-hop started..... at your neighborHOOD block party........ at your house party with with your neighborHOOD DJ.... in the cypher at the corner of your neighborHOOD deli...... or on your boy's front porch in the neighborHOOD........ and now look at it...... Lol, shit's just all f***ed up.... ain't it?
Yo.... all I'm saying is..... don't stop with hip-hop at MAINSTREAM you guys..... look underground....... look where artists are doing this sh*** because they love it................ And TRUE...... some underground artists try and mimic mainstreamers...... because that's all they know..... and they're not speaking truth. But eventually you'll come across a man.... or woman..... just doing this sh*** to find peace with themselves
................. not with Gangsta Rap........... not with Crunk Rap..... not with Ice Rap....... not with Dirty South Rap....... not with West Coast........ or East Coast........ but with hip-hop................... UNDERGROUND HIP-HOP.
JC - THE TRUTH
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WWW.JCTHETRUTH.COM
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