Verb

Hubcaps sparkle in the curb

Footsteps silently disturb

The sidewalks, the clublights

The streetlamps that burn

All look good in the eyes of the world

I like the music, the beats in my head

The DJ, the MC, the flow of the band

The tastes and smells, the vibe in the air

Take away these, and I wouldn't even be here

The problems you're seeing

Are not in these things

The music, the message

It all says the same

Are you hip to the concept?

Are you hip to the verb?

Our verbs are in line

With the One who created

The stars over Nashville

And the ones over Vegas

Bring it to them on the dos techniques and the microphone cone

I condone the tone in the monitor zone

Play me a song right now that I'll never forget

And feel the kick inflect from fiberglass drumsets

It makes it easy once you hear the speakin' from the Peavey's

Recieving what you will, complements of the db's

Who's your favorite band?

Find your friend, make a dub

Bought the ticket when they rolled through at the local club

We say if they ain't divinely excited

Watch the words that they write if not shrubs have been ignited

Whatever we speak, we need to stay true to that

God's response can be shocking like a thousand gigowatts

Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of time

And if I look through the eyes of the world, then I'd be blind

When I feel like I'm yelling, sometimes it's like a whisper

Then write songs that help prolong the life of the listener

But I can't depend on me, 'cause really I can't do nothing

So why in the world does the Devil keep fronting

Tryin' to take what ain't his, like it's something he created

And if you think he did, then my friend, you've been bamboozled

When I speak from abundance, the Verbs are like power

Counteract and break the back of the ones who devour

Live musicians don't die, they just decompose

If you chose to go with the One you know who rose