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Photo Courtesy of JP Lime

Photo Courtesy of JP Lime

Expect JP Lime to share with Oddball readers more track lyrics, as many of our songs tend to be rooted in poetry. Check out a live performance of their piece “Cursed Angel” from their August 25th Stone Soup Poetry appearance. If you want to purchase a copy of the studio track, click the Bandcamp link here.

 

 

Cursed Angel —

Scholar:

As a seed swimming towards the womb…
I ‘prolly thought I was doomed…
Never knowing I would actually bloom…
But a cocoon I was trapped in, motherly love…
Was a shield, in my early years from fatherly thug…
‘Cause he was gone ‘fore I knew him, never knowing that I…
Was more reflective of the fights that he encountered at night…
Not the lies of Good Times, growing up in the ghetto…
‘Cause my name ain’t JJ and no I won’t settle, for less…
Hood ties aren’t always the best to get ahead…
Good rhymes pouring out from my chest are what came next…
The tears, all the liquor and weed…
Deceased seed…
Aborted on a kid I ain’t need…
And knee deep in a pool of my own remorse…
‘Cause each week I retool and find no recourse…
But to hustle some…
Slave, but my ass for pay that I give back…
My punishment for personal mishaps…
Troublesome…
Assault on a cop, I did that…
Shit’s wack…
I can’t take a lick of it back…
Nor the sips that…
Ensured I’d be drunker than legal limits…
And damn near ensured I’d also see the Holy Spirit…
‘Cause hitting trees is only fun metaphorically…
How I ain’t bleed still remains to be a mystery…
And it’s a chore to be the saint that I am when so demonic…
I’m rolling bible papers with Chronic…
‘Cause Ivan…
Will forever be a man of misery…
Understand I’m a student and a fan of history…
Plus in tune with a pedigree, the product of which I was formed…
How could I NOT go against the norm…
When I was born into Poverty in areas of Affluence…
And educated by Elites on how to have more Influence…
And yet and still I’m just a simple man…
Just a thug with a Scholarly mental that’s so essential and…
I wanna ask you, “Is it all so relevant?”
Or is it simply that I’m just really bent…
‘Cause I resent where I come from, America’s minority poor…
But represent what I am to my core…
A Cursed Angel…

Chorus:
Curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angle, curse!
The Cursed Angel…
My blue skies turn grey every day so I kneel and pray…
Dear Lord!
Curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angle, curse!
The Cursed Angel…
I was demonized by a saint…
So stare into my demon eyes and faint…
A Cursed Angel…

Professa:

I’m acting funny and I don’t know why
Excuse me while I curse the sky
It hurts to fly sometimes –
The plight of the genius
When the only force that can stop you are the inside demons
(A Cursed Angel)
Sent to dispense Truth
But can’t hold on when they got it
So what do you do?
When you conquer the world
But not yourself
When you’re living Cloud 9 but your spirit’s in Hell
Given a curse
A vision, a verse
Their words changing the world but taken from it first
Before their true worth
Before the Truth in their work
Could spread their roots across Earth
Tupac Shakur
Alive larger than life but even bigger in death
Who would never get to see the full success of his quest
(A Cursed Angel)
And I understand it I guess
Cause the tougher it gets the dark is hard to forget
And I ain’t saying I’m one
I’m just saying when you’re under the gun
The pressure it gets ya, depression digests ya
The panic attacks
Someone like Cobain, you attack it right back
Heroin and cocaine
The booze for Janis J
The speed and Mary Jane
Because day-to-day the pain remains
Despite the money, despite the fame
‘Cause all the world’s a stage
And sometimes you’d rather burn out than fade away
A Cursed Angel…

Chorus:
Curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angle, curse!
The Cursed Angel…
My blue skies turn grey every day so I kneel and pray…
Dear Lord!
Curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angel, curse the Cursed Angle, curse!
The Cursed Angel…
I was demonized by a saint…
So stare into my demon eyes and faint…
A Cursed Angel…

Outro:

Prof: Hey yo Scholar man, all I keep hearing is Jimi Hendrix, that’s it.
Scholar: I feel you Prof! The dead teach the living. From Jesus to Plato to ‘Pac.

 

Photo Courtesy of JP Lime

Photo Courtesy of JP Lime