Finally at ease, it feels like last summer.
Where we cut through the breeze like lightning through thunder.
It could rain all day and I'd still be at ease.
For I understand joy, weaves just like the breeze.

And his mind was still like the wind that blew, across the world that ran from him.

To the top you gotta go far
Shortcuts only lead to cut short
Couple drops to the bottom I left the local bar
Another day another night fire burns like a torch
I know the thrill is a sport
To many wrong turns on the wrong path and I'm in court
Plus the ref *****, ***** rigged now its got me all outta sorts
Can't quit a mission James never hit abort
Bonds when i swing
White when I sing, a young lion like Barry wit a 40 on the porch
I don't give a **** about a thing
Stressing over every little thing
Really just wanna spread my wings
**** being cliche **** playing safe each day you can't live free this way
So it's my way or you can hit the traffic on the freeway
See my vibes a cool breeze wit a lil Hayes
Soul man wit a shaft that'll make em say
**** the DEA and the CCA
Perfect GPA, so shawtys high grade
Give her protein to build the muscles in the brain
...9 lives but I leave the ***** slain
Mastering this lion in a cage that's untamed
Thought I was insane til I learned bout chi
****, meditating to get free
See we're all the same but all unique
I've been in a daze for 9 months and weeks
Smacking myself to see if I'm asleep
The NSA surveilling all the sheep
Stand your ground law but what about peace
Eric Snowden was just the slightest breach
Gotta do this to heal the soul i dont preach

Her senses ran out of breath as her blood became contaminated.
A pixelated vision, her 3D world was filled with paranoia.
Each inhale of the heavy air slowly led to weakened lungs.
Left with an unrecognizable taste on her tongue,
her ears illuminated a dull light.
Hoping her fingers could sense the difference between the twilight.

Her senses ran out of breath as her blood became contaminated.
A pixelated vision, her 3D world was filled with paranoia.
Each inhale of the heavy air slowly led to weakened lungs.
Left with an unrecognizable taste on her tongue,
her ears illuminated a dull light,
hoping her fingers could sense the difference between the twilight.

The wind's breath stole mine as I entered her domain,
I heard if she stole your soul you were trapped in an uncontrolled cycle.
She had the temperature in the room set below freezing,
She kept her things bare, yet dead.
Nothing with substance insight, emptiness was all I breathed in.
Deep pockets of white,brown,black allowed a clear liquid to escape.
Drip...   Drip...   Drip.
She looked enthusiastic as she decorated her playground with icicles.
Cold is the only way to describe her today.