Wind

Lyrics

Breez Evahflowin' - "Wind" [Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin'] [Producer(s): magOwl] [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Released from my Rest, awakened by the beat in my chest, I'll reach For my stress before I've even taken my fess. Put It down, still believing I'm fresh. This unbelievable Test: past the prime, rhyme, seeking success Half the time, I'm not even aware of the Cross I bear, lost in the thoughts I share I'll walk with fear—backwards so I could face it Cook her, shook up defeat so I could taste it Gift form the feelings of loss and I embrace it 'Til my impatience takes off like flying spaceships With reservations. Was I destined for greatness? Slip into darkness. How far to take this? Check this. Been cheat, broke, and rejected All out the game, but the name stand respected On the other hand, the plan was ambidextrous Allover epic like flicks with many extras All over records, I'll spit with many textures With an infectious condition that make me reckless At a standstill, it made me restless Time on the line. On the rhyme, I'ma stretch this [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Who don't Sleep good? Eat what I'm rhyming, find ain't No different than my living with a 9-to-5. A dream Deferred, a rhyme denied. Bills paid, live Fine, but, after a time, the skills slayed Each step forward is a step on its grave. Had To step back, dig deep and resurrect that Resuscitated on beats, smothered and catered. For Breez, unique speech released—love it or hate it, it's Out to get hope with an ounce of fate These old scrolls that roll like the bounce in skate MagOwl create the soundscape. I announce the Great pound to break for the crown to take, but think Twice. The weight of the world is not slight Add to that the weight of your current state. Parents Who make sacrifices. Your one last vice is the Mic device to vent, prevent stress from running your life [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] A will to Survive drive like DMV. Hurt Pride. magOwl, EMC. My Relief, a tool for the jewels I'll release to the [?] fueled by relief Respected in this effort, ain't no way to go wrong As reflected in the message of the radio song. When I wake up in the morning, turn my radio on and hear More than parasites and media pawns, that's when it Dawns on me to go on. I'm not alone, had Fun supporting the dumb, but now I'm grown Son has now shown, sown what I've reaped Soul must now speak. Poem to mouthpiece Confined in my speech. War without peace Five senses peep the roar from wild beast The thrill of the hunt, the savor of the kill The nature of the skill through the paper I'll reveal