Wind In My Sails - Intellectual

[Intro: Eugene McDaniels]

They landed at Plymouth

With a smile on their face

My whole disposition like fuck who told me to sit

Ten toes on the cement, lil weed in my socks

Sin - do songs to repent, clean up my thoughts

We in a box, see a lot of niggas talk on the bench

A lotta father figures followin' trends, I ain't involved with 'em

Lemmings like to fall off of cliffs and bring they squad with 'em

I seen God in the mirror drinking, I tee off when the spirit hit me

And I don't fear the ending, I feel the envy

I listen to my past when it whisper to me

Half of it makes sense, my nigga half of it riddles to me

Moses with a makeshift staff sending ripples through ya

And through the land, and the river been a plan

But when I go to grab it, it slither out my hand

So on my other hand, I been handling business

Kinda shabby but my momma told me "Man up, my nigga"

And now I'm Popeye with the anchor tats and the spinach

Finna spazz on a nigga if I have to

Risk takers know Satan knew dance moves

It could be your last move

Hard to see the glass half full, when you don't have food

Wrist dangling like black fruit, nigga

Crossing all my T's

And I'm dotting all my I's

Gotta watch out for debris

When it's fallin' down

As far as I can see

I done confronted all the shit

I couldn't walk around

Keep a piece when you on the ground

Leakin', you hard as Hell

Keep some wind in my sails

Walkin' down La Brea

Name ringin' bells like we got some mail

You still love me?