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All of us will be replaced one day. It's up to us to pave the road for future generations. This is a song about living life right, and the consequences if you don't. (Nas' "If I Ruled The World" beat).
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My new album "METAMORPHIC" is out now on all major streaming platforms. Visit my official website www.jcthetruth.com for more details!
What's up, my name is JC and I've been writing and producing music since 2004 as an independent hip-hop artist. You can check out my entire library here on Soundclick (which includes mixtapes) or play my albums on major streaming platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, iHeart Radio, Amazon, Napster and Soundcloud.
Song Info
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,021
Peak in subgenre #427
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Versus & Hook:Jeff Clark
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Versus written by: Jeff Clark aka JC the truth
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August 11, 2005
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MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 4:39
Story behind the song
I wanted to send a message to people who live as if they have more than one life. We're the hope for future generations, and some people just can't seem to see that.
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JC “The Truth” Replacements Demo: Let The Truth Be Told VERSE 1: He glances at his watch Big hand’s at nine o’clock A couple more stops Till’ he rolls up to the spot. Two and four are the hours That are left to his name No prescriptions left to change All the pain he’s obtained. Doctor says he’s got a day So live it to the fullest He’s gotta make a difference To some fellas that are foolish. The spot is where the rocks And the drop tops hop At the corner of the tracks Where there are no cops. Just some thugs, gunshots And some boarded up shops And if you pass by their spot They’ll pull out their glocks. But he’s got to do something Kids are blinded by struggle It’s a phase in the ghetto That the youth’s gotta fumble This here is his calling Before he sleeps six feet He knows how they feel Since he came from the streets. Atoms in his brain rip As the second hand ticks There’s nothing he can fix So he doesn’t get pissed. HOOK: Soon Enough You’re gonna be replaced by a face But who’s taking your place? Listen up These kids chasing their fate Trying to break the same smothering drapes. Soon Enough You’re gonna be cold flesh in a bed That’s six feet from your head. Listen Up What path have you led to give them The crumbs left from your bread? REPEAT HOOK VERSE 2: He calmly rolls up In his marine green truck Nine eyes grill his cut The impression has stuck. There’s a vibe of non-trust As he pulls up flush Slips his whip into park Prays his luck isn’t bucked. Or plucked and untouched Second thoughts interrupt But his rear-view mirror Reflects the young bucks Turns the key back quick Engine power decreases Click-click, opens the door All his movements are weakened. His virus getting thicker Death’s name moving quicker He holds back a shiver For the much bigger picture. As he reaches the curb He goes to speak a word He opens up his mouth Pistols shorten his verbs. Aimed straight at his frame They’re demanding his name As his energy drains He can tell they’re afraid He’s the same now tamed Shamed arranged brain Came and made fame Now stained with drained hate Ran the same corner With names that soak rain He’s leaving one name That’s aimed for hell’s gates. Laced with more pain Than crack and cocaine Hourglass strained It’s on its last grain. HOOK REPEAT HOOK VERSE: 3 He feels lightheaded Coughs and spits blood Starts to see double The kids seemed stunned. They put away their guns He reaches for the bumper Slips and hits the street Gashed hands and knees Gulps, can’t breathe Blinks, can’t see Listens, can’t hear Death, now here. Face this fear No more tears All those years Life’s now clear. -WAKE UP SKIT- VERSE 3 CONTINUED... Damn, had a nightmare Simply just a dream Sweat streaking cheeks Blood hits the sheets? Sprints to the mirror Investigates his mouth Dark clouds his memory He stumbles to the couch. Hears a loud sound It’s coming from the kitchen Someone’s broken in And paying him a visit. He goes to the mattress’ Time to have some fun Loads a clip and cocks it Time to stop some watches. Got loot he’ll cop it Got guns he’s poppin Young men, or middle aged Either way they’re dropping Half asleep, half awake Half confused, half sane Half pissed, half sad Need a drink, need it fast. Loud crash, room shakes Key hole, smoke escapes Foul stench, burnt taste Bright light, shocked face. Stands up, room spins Door reached, opens it Lava burning, death's mist. Fire splashing, Satan’s pit. HOOK REPEAT HOOK
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Kid Low Key
Feb 26, 2009
damn good song f*** in wit nas beatz and songs takes ballz and to be able to compare takez G courage ounce again much luv 100 fam