The Brass Case

[Verse 1]

Unlatched the case, and the smell hit me before the horn did

Valve oil and velvet, forty years folded up inside it

Told my son "this was your great-uncle's, careful with the mouthpiece"

Watched his little fingers learn the weight of something priceless

I'm not handing down an instrument, I'm handing down a discipline

Practice when it's boring, breathe from your stomach, not your listening

Legacy ain't the trophy, legacy's the process