hi everybody doing this is awesome my
name is James came or jr. I go by the
name with poetically I’m gifted i’m the
author of life’s testimony and poetry
and i’m also the found of poetically I’m
gifted being and my motto is you seen
felt and heard around the world I want
to share my gift with you I just forming
them out to do is called i right tears
got it in my eyes from the dust of the
boots of those where thought that they
had left me behind there’s a bitter
taste of mud as the tears on my face and
that dust begins to grind the tools are
holding my hand they somehow become a
part of me as I was passed in a day but
while I’m talking two minutes and
seconds count as I put in work with
never a thought of receiving any pain
but while digging and grinding dividing
and separating taking things apart and
putting some things back together it all
seems the same no matter how I look at
it in fact I’m wondering is there ever
enough sweat being shed enough blood
being bled enough bodies laid low enough
dead being dead enough sheep being led
enough people without beds with open
mouths and empty stomachs never to be
fair enough said you see I find myself
tools in hand working not for money just
love crying and praying praying and
crying for things to get better just
because there’s a crack of a whip and
pain in my back as my master knows that
I’ve gone astray but that’s just telling
me telling myself to move faster while
trying to carry the load of my people
and at the same time feeling it I feel
that I felt God in this way but with a
pen and pad in hand as you walked away I
right all my knees praying for salvation
alright
I look forward to my pass through
temptations i right I fight
contemplation and damnation but yet all
right but I’m wrong when I write if it’s
not done right at my plate is in plain
sight and I might not have the mic
tonight yet i right and there’s water
gathers in my eyes from the dust off the
words that leaves me there’s no thoughts
of being left behind because those words
are what has conceived me in that bitter
taste and my mouth comes from those who
doesn’t believe me with those tools in
my hand I’ll tall in the sand for the
few who has received me thank you [Applause]