Jaeti - Just Another Verse Lyrics

It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
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 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 all be worse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's 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
To boss durb in this
Oh
And no words for this
Feeling
I though we're supposed to be building
We've been conditioned with Freon (free-on)
So we chillin
Let's get free
Cause it could always be worse
The lies we rehearse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse

It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
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 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 all be worse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's 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
To boss durb in this
Oh
And no words for this
Feeling
I though we're supposed to be building
We've been conditioned with Freon (free-on)
So we chillin
Let's get free
Cause it could always be worse
The lies we rehearse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse
It's just another verse