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Soul Cry

I can’t see it coming down my eyes, so I gotta let my soul cry.
Been accused of so many lies, but I refuse to let my soul die.
So I press on. Even when I trip, I don’t stress long.
Hard-headed brotha, head harder than your chest bone.
Refuse to give in, can’t lose; gotta win.
But they tell me that’s a sin.
Forgive me Lord, I’m going in.
I can’t see it coming down my eyes,
so my pen drops tears every time this ink smears
across my note pad, filled up with sad quips.
Made this paper talk to you like it really had lips.
Nobody knows how this pain flows
through my blood stream, give me some damn morphine.
This is what my blood screams.
I couldn’t see it coming down my eyes
so I cried in my sleep as I let my soul weep…

– Jah Soul

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Full Circle

You say you want to know all of me. Well then, just read my poetry.

I am a walking dialogue, swimming through the fog in my mind,

causing my third eye to go blind.

My testimony’s not phony.

These wounds are not superficial, I’ve been scarred down to the gristle.

My story’s a little gory but it contains things that will stain your brain.

Pain can be the best teacher and cause a fool to become a truth seeker.

How can I help you understand you if I don’t first understand me?

How can I help you see, if I’m still fumbling around in the dark?

I must become that spark, that flash of light that will ignite,

the ether in your existence.

Unless, of course, you are flame resistant

or retardant.

So, you see, I had to start at

me.

Because, it is He that resides in Thee,

that allows me to write this poetry…

– Jah Soul