Lyrics Hindsight - Orlando Watson

Aye yo um
Waddup Keturah
Wait wait wait wait wait
I'm not even sure if this is still Keturah's number
It's been so long
So if this isn't Keturah
I do apologize please forgive me
But if in fact this is still Keturah's number
Just know that I'm sorry
And hear me out

I still feel fowl
For setting seed on your limbs
Without any intent to ever make a nest for you
Consequently we proceeded to follow suit
Undoing designer ties and shoes just to stash them in a bundle of memories
Beside the nightstand with plans to hand dance the morning after
We composed concertos of contraceptives
Choreographing conception in counts of 8
With pills you ate
Ain't life in hindsight hard to chew

Sometimes our bodies even broke like Ezekiel bread
Crumbling from conviction whenever consummation went against the grain
Our goose bumps would raise
As a warning to repent
Or repeat
But see
My missionary work was more misery than ministry all along
But
You were certain that I was the sermon you needed
So I kept preaching
On broken promise land ya' daddy had a hand in damagin'

And I partook in fruit forbidden
Cherry-picking positions from bedroom ceilings of suspects and victims
Sealed and subdued
Plastered and glued to my memory's body bank
To be frank
Hieroglyphs still haunt this temple turned house
Where worship is washed up on a warship of praise and penetration
That provided our sanctuaries the untimely sanction to merge

I was pressed pervert
Your divinity with ill intent
Until the civil injustice I sent to cervix consumed your peace
To be brief
I truly wish I could retreat
Or retract the Numbers and Acts that
Distracted us from the glory of getting to know the true Revelation of love's revolution
I'm sincerely sorry for any confusion
Or the Lamentations I may have actuated
Essentially all I'm saying is
Umm