Why - Intellectual

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin’]

I was building with my mental. But the bus stopped, you know’m saying? I’m just trying to tie this up right here ‘cause... Ask that. Yo

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]

I see my people settle for less

Community seeds, metal detect

To proceed to success for what they learning

That burning ain’t allowed until the bell rings

The doors opened to the hell thing. We call them streets

Where survival to the fit and some find ways to eat

Some sleep, hoping to keep tomorrow at a distance

Perseverance measured up by resistance

The world got beautiful results since pharmaceutical indulgence

Intellect measured by the treasure you earn

Whatever you burn, pleasure can turn into a prison

Causing division between man and destiny

Only the best can see the light

I travel at the speed of mic, treat it like the winning ticket

In life, I got those. You post up—watch me kick it, sticking

Three on the boards while the beast roars against me

Could my defense me book-bound? I’ll look down and see my seed

Future reflection of my deed plus the only one that helped me see love is a need

Brothers’ll bleed before they leave greed. Some need mead to maintain

To each his own. How I remained sane is strange

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]

A question we hold since birth

Unknown since no man can hold the Earth

I look for solutions, finding answers

Confusion to the ears, y’all finding truth [?]

I pay a lot of attention to the things that I see

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]

Yo, there’s a type to live the life of crime

It all depends on where you draw the line. I sort of rhyme

And, for the time, I be worse with it. My worst critics below

Too opposed to the tales I be choosed to expose

I keep a frame froze, leave a name [close?]

Jane Doe and John do. Where they rest be beyond yo

You want clues? Keep your ears open

For years, soaking sidewalks and suds, buds blossom of a rotten root

A ghetto flower with the power of forgotten troops

Copping recruits in the war against the old vagina, became a major

While still a minor. Countdown, set the timer, find a

Dangerous dime in a dangerous time. Any

Stranger is fine in the range of a time

Or price. The more ice, the more nice

Sheisty shorter, ten time [?] since I’m

Sort of a reporter, I try to deny the water to my eye

But who am I to judge or hold a grudge

In a world that don’t love and don’t budge. Limited options, boxed in

By barriers of areas of various toxins

Fox in tights, lots of fights broken out about who hit it first

What made it worse was the hidden curse within her skirt

Flirt with it, get hurt with it. This young girl’s berserk with it

Work with it in ways you never bothered

Eliminating anything resembling a father

Trembling on memories from bended knees

She is very positive [on what she don’t is?]

She’s very positive—she never gonna live

She’s very positive. She never bear kids

She’s very positive (Yeah)