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