[Intro: J. Ivy]
Hello? Is anybody out there?
I got a story to tell, somebody’s got to hear my story.
I need to write.
I try to get you off my mind, but I can’t get you off of my face.
If I could sing I would echo words about her beauty within a verse.
I’m a roach. I’m a roach, roach, roach in a world of rage.
In shackles and chains.
The wax. The melting wax begins its journey down the length of the wick.
Transformation. Trying, trying, trying, trying, transformation begins.
I just had phone sex with no protection and now I got an ear infection, I’m not hearing you.
My poems may drag in rough drafts, so I backspaced and backdraft,
To cool off I take bubble baths in volcanoes.
Nobody’s sitting down that’s why they call it the stands.
Who needs the weed man when I got you.
If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff,
And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life In my grip,
I would never, ever, let you down.
[Bridge: Abiodun Oyewole]
This Abiodun Oyewole, better known to many as Dun of the last poets, and I’m very happy to be here in the studio working with j. ivy on his new C.D. It’s always a pleasure to work with someone who you can appreciate, someone who you respect, someone who you feel has talent, that can take us to the next level. He is a healing poet, a brother who is concerned about the future of us, and I was very happy and pleased to be a part of this wonderful project. [?]
[Verse 1: J. Ivy]
I touched down with a post and a prayer,
As my lungs stretched out for this earthly air.
For me, to the touch, I looked up
As an angel rubbed her fingers through my hair.
I remembered that healing feeling so I spoke out but there was no one there to translate.
Quickly I found out love is how we would communicate.
Through this journey I lost my language
And at the time I didn’t know that in time I would find strange gifts:
A native tongue that would all me to spit lit but now I get it.
So when a stage is in sight I hit it, I can’t quit it.
‘Cause I’m a spirit here to lift other spirits.
You might not know what I’m on but I know that you feel it.
I know you feel this feeling,it’s the reason we all living,
The reason for the time we were so graciously given.
[Outro: J. Ivy]
I’ma put my tears on this pavement, my blood on the pavement.
I’ma leave this place with the same thing I came with
My soul and my spirit. My soul and my spirit.
I’ma put my tears on this pavement, my blood on the pavement.
I’ma leave this place with the same thing I came with
My soul and my spirit. My soul and my spirit.
(Here I am...)
Hello? Is anybody out there?
I got a story to tell, somebody’s got to hear my story.
I need to write.
I try to get you off my mind, but I can’t get you off of my face.
If I could sing I would echo words about her beauty within a verse.
I’m a roach. I’m a roach, roach, roach in a world of rage.
In shackles and chains.
The wax. The melting wax begins its journey down the length of the wick.
Transformation. Trying, trying, trying, trying, transformation begins.
I just had phone sex with no protection and now I got an ear infection, I’m not hearing you.
My poems may drag in rough drafts, so I backspaced and backdraft,
To cool off I take bubble baths in volcanoes.
Nobody’s sitting down that’s why they call it the stands.
Who needs the weed man when I got you.
If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff,
And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life In my grip,
I would never, ever, let you down.
[Bridge: Abiodun Oyewole]
This Abiodun Oyewole, better known to many as Dun of the last poets, and I’m very happy to be here in the studio working with j. ivy on his new C.D. It’s always a pleasure to work with someone who you can appreciate, someone who you respect, someone who you feel has talent, that can take us to the next level. He is a healing poet, a brother who is concerned about the future of us, and I was very happy and pleased to be a part of this wonderful project. [?]
[Verse 1: J. Ivy]
I touched down with a post and a prayer,
As my lungs stretched out for this earthly air.
For me, to the touch, I looked up
As an angel rubbed her fingers through my hair.
I remembered that healing feeling so I spoke out but there was no one there to translate.
Quickly I found out love is how we would communicate.
Through this journey I lost my language
And at the time I didn’t know that in time I would find strange gifts:
A native tongue that would all me to spit lit but now I get it.
So when a stage is in sight I hit it, I can’t quit it.
‘Cause I’m a spirit here to lift other spirits.
You might not know what I’m on but I know that you feel it.
I know you feel this feeling,it’s the reason we all living,
The reason for the time we were so graciously given.
[Outro: J. Ivy]
I’ma put my tears on this pavement, my blood on the pavement.
I’ma leave this place with the same thing I came with
My soul and my spirit. My soul and my spirit.
I’ma put my tears on this pavement, my blood on the pavement.
I’ma leave this place with the same thing I came with
My soul and my spirit. My soul and my spirit.
(Here I am...)
( J. Ivy )
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