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P.O.P. (Piece Of Pop)
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A track about how I feel about my father, his decisions, and how they effected me as a son. Off my new album in progress called 'A HAMILTON & HOPE'.
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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 • New School
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Peak #955
Peak in subgenre #87
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Produced By: Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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January 17, 2007
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:07
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PIECE OF POP – by: JC – The Truth VERSE 1: We don’t talk much, And I know we’re not close For the most part, my hearts Been equipped with this hope. Prayed the last damn decade I could make an approach And try to tell you through my eyes When we spoke. I’m too stubborn, Plus I got hatred inside, I don’t think I’ll ever Be able to let the sh** slide. But I understand why You left, it was best, Just another test built for me To face and accept. Do I blame you, of course But I blame Mom too. Could’ve stopped drinking But you like to sip them brews. I respect you for the hard work And heart you use Don’t respect you for the choices And the path you choose. But I thank you for your genes And your music ability The means to tell a story Through a scene of reality I’m getting it out of me Releasing the anger and pain Flowing through my veins Passed down with a name. HOOK: HOOK: Uno Mama Nadda Uno Pop Poquito Yo, I’m about to let loose A little D-low Boom Shocka Locka Dos Padres nadda All I’ve got left Is a piece of my Poppa REPEAT VERSE 2: Still remember growing up In a little white house 334 posted up On the door We use to go fishing Five O’ Clock in the morn We use to play war Hanging sheets, making forts. You use to play poker Once a week with Uncle Floyd You use to coach wrestling And got us into sports. Seems like a myth to me now A nevermore But of course… I force all my memories to pour. We were poor But I know you gave us what you could Food on the table Bottles in the cradle Roof above our head Kept clothes on our back Kmart McGregors With the Velcro strap I use to get laughed at Pointed and cracked at But I had your temper So I punched and jabbed back. Got in all this trouble Know you weren’t gonna have that But I was a junior I was trying to be like Dad. HOOK REPEAT VERSE 3: I remember your guitar And you writing your songs Use to play the blues for me Learned a couple of bars. Remember Taft Ave When you still had a band I was only six or seven Me and Nicky would dance. To every single one of your jams You were like a Superman Matter A Fact You were something special man. I don’t understand You ignoring a gift Lyrical, miracle Spiritual signs that exist. In the deepest pit of your pit Clawing out your skull Brain begging every atom Write with your might. Cause you might Make a life take a turn for the right But you didn’t listen to the voice Telling you, fight. But it’s cool We all take a path in life When I make it, I’ll get you A new guitar and mic So you can practice, play And write, till the sun comes up Till then, sit back And watch your son come up. HOOK REPEAT END
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Choppa Aka SirReaL
Jan 01, 2009
Very Deep !!