Just Another Verse Lyrics

Son of preacher

Momma never graduated

To go to high school

My father demonstrated

Fist fights that agitated

Regulated

Through subversive measures

Hotep

Bumping an old tune

By Curtis Weathers

Took steps to walk the righteous

Showed a gift of gab

Too young, tall, and awkward

With a nervous laugh

A wicked jab, And a worse hook

But confidence lacking

Withdrew internally

To embrace his passion

Homework and church services

Wrote rhymes

Beneath the skyline

To escape from

Domestic turbulence

Alt right

Destined to emerge

Beneath the curb, Suburbs, slurs

Forbidden words

In the ghetto

Maintain and stay mellow

The future's what you make

Learn from what

The past is telling you

And everything else

Is el-e-ment-tal

It could always be worse

Just another verse

If I could turn back time

Sit back and rewrite my life

I wouldn't

It all worked together for good in

How the book put it

In the good book

Could it

Make it just a little easy

I try hard

Even acknowledge

When it's my fault

Just a little scribble

In the earth's artwork

Just another line on the plain

My fault

For the turbulence

That I caused

We all lost

No nervousness

No encore

No more nourishment

Last course

No desert

No more furnishings

My iPhone got no bars

The bars got no stars

No boss durb in this

Oh

And no words for this

Feeling

I though we were supposed

To be building

We been conditioned

With Free-on

So we chillin'

Let's get free

Cause it could always be worse

The lies we rehearse

Just another verse