الأغاني:
Future Breeze Words

(Instrumental)

head from all kinds of motherfuckin industry bitches now Nigga what?s poppin? Victory nigga! we made it This right here is for my future, man Zane! Zane, my future

an echo in my mind The point where every winding road unwinds You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic words

settled round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze

I'm presentin' many scenes Guess, I'm telegraphic, motions energetic Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic Crowds is screamin', I choke the mic and keep squeezin' Styles seemin' like I used a thousand words

face and on to the floor The psychic's been reading her mind Now women with secrets, men with their rage The lines run deeper than words on the page Breeze

bus or underground Still a change a gonna come If you're north or if you're south You know a change a gonna come Whether by fax or word of mouth Still

was with baseball Yeah, your majesty, word flash photography Third class economy, blade slashed your artery Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically Herbs hashed, my word

My past, my future, my disease Perhaps collapse To make me seize a moment Just a breeze Grateful, humble, I allow These words to be The past somehow