GODS' Oracle

GODS' Oracle

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A spoken word artist and "Street Prophet" Gods Oracle is designed to speak to the souls and hearts of people that need enlightment, inspiration, encouragement and hope. Gods Oracle speaks what is not spoken, tells what shouldn't be told. Rooted in Gods Anointing and flavored with Hip Hop.

Biography

A Spoken Word Artist & Street Prophet.

On October 15th 1970 Samuel McCullough became a poet. Years later "Gods Oracle" was born. Samuel has been blessed (by God) to share the gift of Spoken Word. His testimony speaks of how he suffered a disorder, which was designed to keep him from ever knowing how to speak. From the age of five, God's Oracle was plagued with a stuttering disorder. It was such a problem, that his peers labeled him as "Stuttering Sam", due to the fact that he was unable to carry a sentence of more than three words. However, Samuel loved to read to himself. For this was the only time he did not experience his stuttering disorder.
Samuel/God's Oracle had a plan, if he could only remove the insecurities, which powered his thoughts, then he would be cured. At the age 15, most of the children he knew were outside playing, however Samuel stayed in his room reading the Bible "out loud" to himself. He would practice this every day for 7 months (without fail) until his stuttering no longer existed. Samuel then took his new found ability and became a skilled Rapper.
Samuel was well on his way to recording an album when something happened. The Lord imparted in him the gift of salvation. Samuel decided to turn down the record deal and pursue Gods purpose. RL "Tha Gifted One" a fellow Poet/Deacon at his church, along with his brother/Poet Steven "Tha Real", inspired him to try his hand at Spoken Word. Since then… Samuel he has not looked back. Today, he first gives all the glory to GOD for his mercy and goodness. Secondly, he thanks his two mentors (Steve and RL), for whom he will always be grateful and loyal to for taking him under their respective wings.

Samuel has performed at several colleges and spoken word events. He was a finalist in "The McDonald's Gospel fest". He has performed at Madison Square, Garden sharing the stage with Aretha Franklin, Cissy Houston, Donnie McClurkin and Vickie Winans. Samuel is still new to the Spoken Word genre. He has professionally been performing for the last 3 years. The Oracle is very selective in regards to when and where he will perform. Samuel states, "I want to make sure that every time I minister through GODS spoken word, that it does what God intends for it to do." He is currently working on a book and CD and DVD entitled…"Tha word made flesh" which is a collection of his Holy Spirit inspired poems. However, don't expect the usual stuff, each poem is a uniquely designed "verbal movie". Its purpose is to heal, set free, deliver, change and inspire. He is currently a member of the Berean Christian Church in Stone Mountain GA, under the teachings of Kerwin B. Lee & First Lady Yolanda Lee. Other mentors are,Bishop Eddie L. Long, New Birth Missionary Baptist Church, Lithonia GA. Prophetess Juanita Bynum-Weeks,Global Destiny, Duluth GA,Reverends Floyd and Elaine Flake,Allen Cathedral Queens NY. Samuel's future plans is to appear on "Russell Simmons Def Poetry Jam" and hopefully be seen and heard on television. He wishes to reach the masses with Gods word so they may learn and know Jesus.
Samuel is also a member of Poetry In The Light Organization. This is a widely growing ministry of Poets, Spoken Word Artist(s), Christian Pantomime(s), Praise & Worship Dancers, Musicians, Singers, and Stage Productions. You name it this ministry represents it. Samuel serves as a division manager for the Atlanta Chapter of this organization, under the leadership of Minister Troy "Outspoken" Bunch and Minister Duane Graham Foster " The Blacksheep". Poetry in the Light has many divisions in The Carolinas (North &South), Virginia, and New York. The organization continues to grow by leaps and bounds.

Samuel resides in Georgia, by way of NY. He enjoys Auto Racing, Video Games, Fashion and Old Movies. He is a Graphic Artist, and Fashion Photographer with a freelance business. Samuel's greatest joy is spending time at home with his wife and family.

Lyrics

tha hidden cry

Written By: Samuel, “GODS’ Oracle” © 2003-2005

THE HIDDEN CRY
By: Samuel, “GODS’ Oracle” © 2003-2005

HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME. POPPA CAN YOU HEAR ME?
HALLELUJAH…I’M SAVED, SANCTIFIED, FIRE BAPTIZED,
PRAISE EM…NAAAH MEAN? KNOWWHATIMSAYIN?
I’S BEEN IN DA WAY A MIGHTY LONG TIME.
I’S ON FIRE FO DA LOURD!
THAT’S WHAT WE DO, THAT’S WHAT WE SAY.
MEANWHILE, MY SOOOUUUULS IN PAIN.
CAUSE I’M LIVIN A LIE LIFE, A TRIFE LIFE
CAUSE THE DEVIL AINT STUTTIN ME, IM BUGGIN…SEE FO YA’LL
I DO THE CHURCH THING, TOUCH YO NEIGHBOR, AND SAY AMEN.
BUT AYE MAN, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR MY HIDDEN CRY?
NAAAH YOU ONLY HEAR THE CRY WHEN ALL LOVE IS LOST
NOT A LOVER …I LOVE HER. HOWEVER, IT IS MYSELF THAT I WISH TO ABORT IN REVERSE.
IIT IS MYSELF THAT MAKES LIQUID DEVILS OF STRIFE AND DESPAIR SHAKE HANDS WITH ME ON A DAILY BASIS
ME… WHOM SIN CALLS…LOVE CHILD.
I THOUGHT THAT I COULD NEVER HAVE A HIDDEN CRY
LIFE ON THIS PLANET EARTH RAPED MY INTELLECT TO BELIEVE...
I GOT THE POWER…I’S A TOUNGE-TALKIN, DEVIL CHASIN, HOLY SPIRIT BREATHIN, PREACHIN MACHINE.
NOW I DON’T MEAN TO BE SOUNDIN BRASS, BUT THIS SYMBOL IS TIRED OF TINKLING.
HOW IS IT THAT I KNOW THAT MY SIN WAGES DEATH, BUT YET I FLIRT WITH THE DELILAH INSIDE OF ME
TILL SHE FINDS ME AND CUTS MY STRENGTH?
YEAH I KNOW, YOU THOUGHT I HAD IT SOOO TOGETHER…
AFTER ALL SUITS…GOT EM, MONEY…SPENDS IT…I’M BLESSED IN THE CITY, BLESSED IN THE FIELD,
BLESSED WHEN I COME AND WHEN I GO.
FINE CAR, BEAUTIFUL WIFE, JOB…BUT INSIDE OF ME, MY SMILE IS UPSIDE DOWN.
I ONLY SHOW YOU ITS REFLECTION.
MY HIDDEN CRY, SCREAMIN LIKE A BABE IN NEED OF FRESH HUGGIES, AT THE SAME TIME HUNGRY WIT HIGH FEVER. BUT YOU STILL DON’T HEAR ME…TO YOU, I’M LIKE TREE THAT FALLS IN THE FOREST, WHEN NO ONES ROUND’…DO I STILL MAKE A SOUND? YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE ME…
BUT STEVIE…I WONDER, IF MY HIDDEN CRY TURN OUTER,
WOULD YOU PRAY FOR ME? COULD YOU HOLD ME?, NAAH YOU SAY I’M CRAZY, BUT I BEG OF THEE.
PLEASE DON’T LET MY HIDDEN CRY DIE OUT, CAUSE SHOULD THAT HIDDEN CRY DIE,
THEN HURT HAS NO PLACE TO CALL HOME NO MO’ SO HURTS HOMELESS AND TAKIN SHELTER ON MY OUTER BEING…….SEEN’. ME CWANT SEKEL… ME GWON HAFFI DO… SUMPTHIN... AND LIKE I HAVE SAID BEFORE
THAT’S WHY I DANCE, DANCE DANCE, YOWSAH YOWSAH YOWSAH, HOW’S A BOUT A CUP OF SYMPATHY, EMPATHY, FOR ME…HOWEVER, YOU MAKE ME DRINK THE CUP OF MY OWN INIQUITY, AND JUST LIKE JEESE I WISH THIS CUP COULD PASS FROM ME.
BUT IT CAN’T. AND SO THERE GOES THE HIDDEN CRY.
MASKING PAIN THAT LIKE POPPA ROLLIN STONE LAYED HIS HAT, AND MADE MY HEART HOME.
SHHHH…LISTEN…THE STILL SMALL VOICE OF MY INNER WHO VILLE IS SPEAKIN, CAN YOU HEAR IT HORTON?
NAAAH YOU CANNOT…SO FOR NOW I’LL KEEP
SMILIN AND YASSA BOSSIN, AND YASSA MASSIN, SHUCKIN ,JIVIN HOLDIN MY BIBLE, STRIVIN TO WIN YOUR AFFECTION AND ATTENTION,
WHILE I EXIST IN MY STATE OF FALSE REPENTANCE…AND YOU GO WON
JUDGIN,AND NUDGIN YOUR NEIGHBOR, LAUGHIN AND TALKIN,
WALKIN AWAY WHEN PASTOR SAYS STRETCH YO HANDS CROSS THE AISLE TO PRAY,
WHILE YO CALLIN ME GAY…KEEP ON, CAUSE YOU HAVE A HIDDEN CRY TOO.
AND EVEN THO PRAISE IS WHAT YOU DO, I’LL SMILE WHILE MY HIDDEN CRY PEEKS AT BOO,
WIPIN TEARS YOU DON’T, WON’T AND CAN’T SEE.MEMBA, THE HIDDEN CRY YOU DON’T SEE, IS ME..AND LIKE THEY SAY ON MTV’S DIARY, OR DIE ARE WE.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW, BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA, JUS ASK COLUMBINE…WAKE UP.

A Word to Hip Hop

Written By: Samuel, “GODS’ Oracle” © 2003-2005

A Word to Hip Hop
By: Samuel, “GODS’ Oracle” © 2003-2005

HIP HOP… HIBBIT TO THE HIBBITY,
I WAS LOVIN HIP HOP FROM DON’T STOP,
TO NO DIGGITY.
WHEN IT WAS HIP TO HAVE HOPE.
BEFORE MURDA TALES, THUGS, HO’S
GUN SALES AND WEED SMOKE.
VIOLENCE WAS LEFT TO THE STREETS,
WHILE HIP HOP WAS DIGGIN IN THA CRATES,
LOOKIN FOR THE PERFECT BEAT.
HIP HOP, SET OUT IN THA PARK…
WHEN DAVY WAS THE DMX MAN,
B4 THA DMX MAN GOT DARK.
WE WENT FROM, KID N PLAY KICK STEPPIN,
TO EFF DANCIN, LET’S GIT WEAPONS
FROM , I NEED LOVE, TO
WHO THE HELL NEEDS LOVE?
HIP HOP USED TO HAVE PRIDE,
BUT THINGS FELL APART WHEN…
PAC, BIGGIE, FREAKY TAH, BIG L,
TO NAME A FEW… DIED.
WE WENT STIR CRAZY…
THAT’S RIGHT WE BAD,
RAPPERS GOIN TO JAIL FOR MURDER
AND, GITTIN STUCK IN REHAB.
IT WENT FROM FRIENDS…
HOW MANY OF US HAVE THEM?
TO BENZ, WHO PUSH THE PHATTEST?
FROM FADES, CEASARS, N FLATTOPS...
TO HEATERS, STREET SWEEPERS, N GLOCKS.
THERE WERE… STOP THE VIOLENCE MOVEMENTS.
NOW THERE ARE MOVEMENTS TO STOP THE VIOLENCE…
SELF DESTRUCTION.
REMEMBER THA RED, THA BLACK, THA GREEN,
YOU SISSIES…?
NOW… WEARIN RED, BLACK, OR GREEN CAN GIT ME…SHOT,
WHAT’S WRONG HIP HOP?
WE USED TO BE SO SIMPLE…
HE’S THA DJAY AND I’M THA RAPPA,
WIT 2 TURNTABLES AND A MIC
NOW HE’S A DEALER
AND I’M A GUN CLAPA.
WIT 2 TURN TABLE AND A MIC.
REMEMEMBER, WHEN PARENTS JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND? NOW THEM SAME PARENTS TA STAND TELLIN HOW SONS WAS MURDERED, SAYIN IT’S HIP HOPS FAULT.
PETER PIPER PICKED PEPPERS AND RUN ROCK RHYMES,
NOW WE FIGHT TO GET THA CHEDDA AN SHOOT BROTHERS WITH HOT NINES…
MY ADDIDAS, WE WANTED THEM TOES SHELLED…NO WE’RE BLEEDING BY THOSE SHELLS BUT, WHO SHOT CHA? IM MISSIN THA DAYS WHEN PEPA SPIT FIRE WIT SALT. IT WASN’T LIKE THIS. IT WAS WHO YOU CALLIN A WITCH? U.N.I.T.Y. NOW IT’S WHO YOU CALLIN…MY WITCH FOR SOME PEE YOU GUEESS WHY? LADY HIP HOP WENT FROM KICKIN THA PHATTEST RHYMES TO LET THE BROTHERS KNOW, AND TELLIN BROTHERS… NO! YOU CAN’T PLAY WIT MY YO-YO. THEN HIP HOP TREATED YOU LIKE A YO-YO, AND CALLED YOU A HO…UNTIL YOU BELIEVED IT. NOW TRINAS THE BADDEST CHIK, FOXYS BROWN HAVIN NERVOUS BREAK DOWNS, AND KIMS LITTLE. WITH NO IDENTITY, NO IDEA, GIRLS KEEP YA HEAD UP. PUBLIC ENEMY BROUGHT THA NOISE TO PROVE POINTS, AND BROUGHT A NATION. NOW WE BRING BOYS TO SHOOT JOINTS, AND KILLED A GENERATION.
VANILLAS EVEN GOT ICED, NOW MARSHAL MATTERS, BUT EVEN CAUCASION HIP HOP WALKS 8 MILES, TO 3rd BASE TRYIN TO FIND HOME…FIGHTIN THEY RIGHT TA PARTY.
YO HIP HOP I’M MAD AT YOU …AND SAD THAT YOU COULD LET A LEGACY GO…
FOR A RIDE SOME JEW-ELLES, SOME SEX AND A CONDO!
WHAT HAPPENED HIP HOP… HOW DID US JUS RAPPIN TURN TO JUST US GUN CLAPPIN.
CAUSE WHEN WE LOST JAY, THA JAM MASTER.
IT REMINDS ME OF THA TIME WHEN SCOT LA ROCK, WAS STOLEN FROM THE BLASTMASTER.
MEN OF PEACE, NOW LAYIN DECEASED, LEAVIN HIP HOP NAMED AGAIN, BLAMED AGAIN.
ANOTHA TRAGEDY.IT’S A TRAVESTY YO.
HIP HOP IS FO US FOLKS AFRICANS, RICANS. IT IS THA VOICE OF THA GHETTOS SPEAKIN.
HOWEVER, SOME WHERE BETWEEN, CHRISTAL. FLOSSIN, YASSA MASSA, AND YASSA BOSSIN OUR STRENGTH AND PRIDE WEAKENED. BUT I LOVE YOU HIP HOP, WE CAN OVERCOME.BUT WE MUST OVERCOME OUR OWN SELVES .SINCE WE ALWAYS QUOTING 50 “GET RICH OR DIE TRYIN” IF YOU REALLY WANNA BE RICH, BE LIKE MY SAVIOR JESUS …TRY DYING, TO OUR OWN SELFISH IDEAS OF WHATS REALLY HOOD, AND KEEPIN IT REAL!!! LET’S BRING THE PEACE, LET THE VIOLENCE CEASE, SO OUR DAUGHTERS AND SONS CAN HAVE A LIL SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO…. HIP HOP HERE’S A QUESTION…DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOIN TO? CAUSE I DO NOT LIKE THE THINGS THAT WE ARE GOIN THROUGH WHERE ARE YOU GOIN TO….
DO YOU KNOW…
DECIDE

fo tha brothas who aint hear

Written By: Samuel, “GODS’ Oracle” © 2003-2005

FOR THE BROTHERS WHO AIN’T HERE
By: Samuel, “GODS’ Oracle” © 2003-2005

If a brother be overtaken in a fault, ye which r spiritual restores such a one in the spirit of meekness considering oneself lest ye also be tempted…
This is fo’… tha brothers that aint here
now I kno tha furst thing u thinking, im bout ta spit some ole reminiscing bout tha seventies wit raj, and Freddy boom-boom Washington…but naaah this coolies high on a totally different level …
im high on the fact that I serving a savior who despite my faults, decided to save a wretch like me, who could have easily been a pocket book snatchin, STD catchin , Ole lady and lil kid blastin with tech 9’s and magnums.
High on the fact that I’m an x-vandal, x-dealer, x-drop-out, x-thief, x-loser,
X-homeless man, x-delinquent x-gang member, x-cetera, x-cetera.
High on the fact that I know JESUS!!
And today I stand fo the brothers who aint here….

Tha brothers who’s caught in the struggle, tha brothers payin dues, tha brothers in pain, who never knew they daddy’s name, tha brothers drinkin wine to pass the time till death comes knockin…
The brothers who pay bills, jugglin jobs, chasin dreams, sacrificing foolish wants to fulfill needs. Tha brothers razin seeds…even when its not they seed.
I’m here fo tha brothers hittin the block, dodging cops, tryin to make ends meet…cause they got
No lights
No gas
No food
No heat
Brothers fight baby moms
Brothers earnin they keep
Brothers on they face, even when they see no way
Sheddin tears, livin with hurts and fears
And rape
And jail
And prejudice
And don’t know JESUS
This is fo tha brothers who aint hear

They aint hear about a brother who came on this planet earth fo them,
They aint hear about this man from Galilee born in a manger to a virgin
They aint hear bout a brother who took 12 cats who just like us that had struggles and taught them, and loved them showed them they could be REAL men,
Men of honor,
Men of GOD.
They aint hear bout tha miracles
Tha signs
The wonders
They aint hear bout his sufferin, death, burial, and resurrection
And it only took 3 days for him to rise
They aint hear bout him sittin on the right hand of GOD interceding on our behalf
And that he lives on the inside of us stickin closer than a brother
So this is fo tha brothers that aint here
I stand here fo you
I’m in the gap fo u
I’m prayin fo you
And your secrets are safe with me…I wont gossip bout your struggles,
You can trust me. I won’t backstab you
I’m not afraid to give you dap
Give you a hug
Give you food
Cry with you
Laugh with you
Need money…I got choo braugh
Need a friend…I got choo braugh
Need shelter…I got choo braugh
Whatever you need…I’ll hold you down best I can
And when I can’t …silver and gold have I none
But such as I have…I give unto you…
I GIVE YOU JESUS!
He can do what I cannot
He can give what I cannot
He delivers
He sets free
He heals
He saves
So brothers…this is fo you…you got a friend in him
You got a friend in me
So to the brothers that aint here….
Where you at???
Stand up
Be strong
I’m waiting ta pull you out
Got JESUS
Get saved
My brother
If a brother be overtaken in a fault, ye which r spiritual restores such a one in the spirit of meekness considering your oneself lest ye also be tempted…
This is fo’… tha brothers that aint here. .
I’m waitin.

“LIMITLESS”

Written By: GODS ORACLE 2007

“LIMITLESS”
GODS ORACLE

I’M LIMITLESS
BUT WHEN THE DEVIL THINK HE STOPPIN ME
IT IGNITES A SPIRITUAL WARRIOR THAT GIVES BIRTH TO THESE RADICAL STREET PROPHECIES
WIZDO TOUCHED LIKE SOLOMON N SOCRATES
I’M FEARLESS IN THE FACE OF MOCKERY
I SHY FROM HYPOCRACY
I’M HUMAN BIOLOGICALLY, DEMI GODLIKE INTELLECTUALLY
DEVIL THINK HE HOLDIN ME
CAUSE HE SEE ME DROPPIN THIS
LIKE YOUNG PRAYZR
I’M HITTIN THESE STREETS WIT NO MORE SHEETS
SO NOW I BYNUM, LIKE MY NAME IS PROPHETESS
PEOPLE LUV ME, OLE LADYS HUG ME.
RESPECTED FO SIC BEATS
THAT GOT HEADS BOBBIN
N MAKIN FACES UGLY
I’M A SAVED MAN
A CHANGED MAN
A WELL BEHAVED MAN
NOT A SAME OLE SAME MAN
I PLAY NO GAMES MAN
ORDAINED PROPHETIC BY PEERS
I SPIT THAT ESOTERIC RHETORIC PLEASING TO THE EARS
I DISIPLINE THE UNIVERSE WIT INNOVATIVE SOLILOQUIES
SOOTHE THE SAVAGE BEAST WITH TENDER RHAPSODYS
OF INTERMINGLED STATEMENTS
RHYMINGS, POETICS.
SATURATED BY GODS ANOINTING THAT NURTURES AND BETTAS THIS.
JUS LIKE MY BISHOP SAYS, I BELIEVE THAT SETTLES IT.
A SEASONED VERBAL EPHIESIAN DOIN BATTLE FO GODS KINGDOM
SO THOSE NEEDIN HEALIN
BRING EM
I’M LIMITLESS

WITH LIMITLESS THOUGHTS
AND LIMITLESS DREAMS
SERVE A LIMITLESS GOD WIT LIMITLESS MEANS
BACKED BY A LIMITLESS TEAM
TA MINISTER TO LIMITLESS SINNERS AND CAST DOWN
LIMITLESS FIENDS
ME GIT RUDE BWOY WIT THA DEVIL
ME NAAH FRAID U
IM PROTECTED BY THA HOST OF HEAVEN
LED BY THE ARCH ANGELS
MICHEAL N GABRIEAL
LIMITLESS, POETIC FLOW BORDERS ON RIDICULOUS
I’M COATED IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB
I STUDY GODS WORD MERTICULOUS
SO GET WIT THIS
CUZ WHEN JEEZ COMES BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND
I WANT TO BE WRITTEN IN THE BOOK OF THE LAMB
I AINT COOKIN FO MAN
SO WITH THIS BOOK IN MY HANDS,
IM INTERCEDING FO THE NATIONS
TEACHIN LOST GENERATIONS
GENISIS TO REVELATIONS
AND INSUBORDINATION WONT BE TOLERATED FROM DEMONS
MY 2 EDGED IS GLEAMING AND SWINGIN
CATCH MY MEANING
IM SPIRTUALLY INDESTRUCTABLE
MORALLY UNCORRUPTABLE
THIS KNOWLEDGE IS A GLOCK NINE
IM HERE TO BUST AT CHOO
AND TRUST YOU NUTS IF YOU
THINK THESE TOUNGES DON’T SPIT FIRE
EENONEEESHCABRONNOENUUCITIYRE
LIMITLESS
THIS PASSION OF THE CHRIST IS ON THE LEVEL THAT A SINNER GETS
AND IMMA STAY SAVED
LIKE CANTON JONES AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ALL HIS BENEFITS
CUZ WHEN I WAS YOUNG I SOLD DRUGS WIT THIEFS
I USED TO RUN WITH PUSHERS PIMPS THUGS AN CREEPS
HAVIN FUN BUT STILL I DID NOT HAVE NO PEACE
I HAD TO PEAK AROUND CORNERS NEVA GOT NO PEACE
BUT I HAD DRUGS IN MY HANDS, GUNS IN MY HANDS,
CLOTHES ON MY BACK MONEY, CARS, CELL PHONES AND FANS
AND STILL I HAD NO CONTROL
I HAD THIS WHOLE WORLD BUT DIDN’T HAVE MY SOUL
THEN J.E.S.U.S CAME AND SAVED ME
LOOSED MY SHACKELS AND SET ME FREE
BECAUSE THE DEVIL THOUGHT
JUST TO HEAR HIM TELL
THAT THE FINAL FATE SHOULD BE HELL
FO GODS ORA-KELL
BUT MY MIND IS NOT AMERICAN SO I COULD NEVA BE IDOL
DEVIL CANT MAKE ME BACKSLIDE
NO MATTER HOW HARD HE TRYS TO
I AM THE ONE DEMONS AND IMPS COMMIT SUICIDE TO
CUZ IN JOHN CHAPTERS NUMBER 3 AND 16
GOD SAYS HE LOVES ME AND I CAN LIVE ETERNALLY
WHY SHOULD GOD LOVE A WRETCH LIKE ME
IT PUZZLES ME BUT NOW IM LIVIN HEAVENLY
FOR I AM LIMITLESS.

Discography

THE HIDDEN CRY
When u were here.
Those eyes
That’s Why I Dance
Lonely
FO THA BROTHERS WHO AIN’T HEAR
dem s'kool dayz
America The beautiful
the journey is great...
A word to HIP HOP
i came here 4...
limitless.

Set List

THE HIDDEN CRY
limitless.
America The beautiful
FO THA BROTHERS WHO AIN’T HEAR
That’s Why I Dance