Verb (Silage)

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