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letra de wind - breez evahflowin'

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 sp-ceships
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 sk!lls 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 p-wns, 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 k!ll
the nature of the sk!ll through the paper i’ll reveal

- breez evahflowin

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