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So I Reach
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This is the only collab on my album coming out. It's with E-Motion-L Productions. I was invited to lay some lyrics on it, so here is what I came up with..... I'll keep reaching... whether you hear me... or not.
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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.
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Hip-Hop • Positive Vibes
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Peak #218
Peak in subgenre #10
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Beat by: E-Motion-L Productions/ Lyrics by: JC
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Beat by: E-Motion-L Productions/ Lyrics by: JC
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January 17, 2007
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:14
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So I Reach: by JC “The Truth” VERSE 1: Face up in my bed Hands crossed on my chest Looking up at the ceiling Covers are up to my neck I can think of all the memories Some good and some bad Eyes caught in an episode Every blink takes me back I was just a young lad With a few little brothers Nick blonde like my father Joe dark like my mother. Just an Irish little Mick Never rich but artistic Educated street smart Intellectually gifted. So I sit and predict Where I’ll be on the list At the top with professionals Cause I’m working for this. I’m not worried bout whips I’m not worried bout chicks I’m just worried that my family Will suffer for this. So I fight and I struggle And I push through the jungle I can hear the king’s breath Hit the top of the puddle, and then I… CHORUS: Raise my pen to the clouds God give me all the heart To make enemy’s bow Cause it’s now I lean my ear to the east There’s a whisper But the noise Takes away from the speech, so I reach… And raise my pen to the clouds God give me all the heart To make enemy’s bow Cause it’s now I lean my ear to the east There’s a whisper But the noise Takes away from the speech, so I reach… And raise my pen to the clouds God give me all the heart To make enemy’s bow Cause it’s now I lean my ear to the east There’s a whisper But the noise Takes away from the speech, so I reach… VERSE 2: I reach my pen Straight to the heavens Cause I’ve seen an angel sitting Lips puckered for kissing Tasty succulent mission It’s a vision for living There’s a valley in the distance Life’s gauntlet of wishes No permission And nobody seeing in different Everybody’s truly gifted And they learn how to listen No imprisoned delinquents Every child is distinguished Educated and dedicated Courageously thinking. Bright light here I come Hitchhike with a thumb White robes and gold gates Embracing the love. No more knives, and no guns No one hustling drugs Not a single growling stomach Stealing meals for some lunch No more gossip or grudges No more dying for nothing No one killing or raping No one snitching or hating Everybody seems patient There’s a feeling of ease In a New York minute You got some time for a Z All I want is some peace All I want is a piece Just to step onto a cloud And feel the sky at my feet. No more heat, no more cold No more being alone No more striving for my dreams I’ll finally be what I’ll be, and then I’ll… CHORUS: VERSE 3: I wonder is my time Even worth it There’s a purpose That I lean on cause you people deserve it. Man, you’ve earned it It’s why fans call me the truth Cause I speak straight from my heart And then deliver the proof. Cause my vision is the juice From a bamboo root Let it drain into your throat Purifying your views. I’m amused at these cats Who can lay wack tracks I’m not talking bout the flow Or the high hat taps. I’m not talking bout the bass Or the way that they rap I’m not talking bout the snares Trumpets, keys, or the claps. But the way that they mask Every path that they’ve passed Got the streets grid-locked With a passion for trash. Then they sit on their ass Countin’ presidents’ mugs While I lay inside my bed And I shake my head in disgust. Cause the vision is crushed Cause the vision is dead Every single single dropped Threatens true hip-hop And they still get copped What the hell is the point? I’ll be underground forever In a top secret sector. Even better, I’ll be leaving poetic treasure Measured lever pressure Hotter than a Iraqi desert, So I’ll just… CHORUS: END
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Brotha T
Jan 21, 2009
This is a gift!