Verb

Hubcaps sparkle in the curbFootsteps silently disturbThe sidewalks, the clublightsThe streetlamps that burnAll look good in the eyes of the worldI like the music, the beats in my headThe DJ, the MC, the flow of the bandThe tastes and smells, the vibe in the airTake away these, and I wouldn't even be hereThe problems you're seeingAre not in these thingsThe music, the messageIt all says the sameAre you hip to the concept?Are you hip to the verb?Our verbs are in lineWith the One who createdThe stars over NashvilleAnd the ones over VegasBring it to them on the dos techniques and the microphone coneI condone the tone in the monitor zonePlay me a song right now that I'll never forgetAnd feel the kick inflect from fiberglass drumsetsIt makes it easy once you hear the speakin' from the Peavey'sRecieving what you will, complements of the db'sWho's your favorite band?Find your friend, make a dubBought the ticket when they rolled through at the local clubWe say if they ain't divinely excitedWatch the words that they write if not shrubs have been ignitedWhatever we speak, we need to stay true to thatGod's response can be shocking like a thousand gigowattsSometimes I feel like I'm running out of timeAnd if I look through the eyes of the world, then I'd be blindWhen I feel like I'm yelling, sometimes it's like a whisperThen write songs that help prolong the life of the listenerBut I can't depend on me, 'cause really I can't do nothingSo why in the world does the Devil keep frontingTryin' to take what ain't his, like it's something he createdAnd if you think he did, then my friend, you've been bamboozledWhen I speak from abundance, the Verbs are like powerCounteract and break the back of the ones who devourLive musicians don't die, they just decomposeIf you chose to go with the One you know who rose