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 END

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

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.

.................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 GOOGLE THE NAME. WWW.JCTHETRUTH.COM