Summer breeze Lyrics

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine

Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

My mind insists that we fight

He was a badass, he ain't give a shit

Mama was a fiend and his daddy wasn't shit

Just look at the wall, staring sick

Contemplating on his life and how worse it can get

He started hanging with them niggas on the corner

Saw the law, bit of crack, he smoked the law

Marijuana, granny on his line

Saying, baby, you don't wanna be a thug

Them niggas die and they get locked up

Get traded on by they partners, they get shot up

Granny was a goat, six years, she was locked up

Smoked a nigga boots for trying to play or lift his top part

Lifting his brains, out of school, that's a pop tart

His mama wasn't smart, no, not at all

Apple did far far and that retarded shit was rubbing off

Can't tell him shit, so with his problems, you couldn't get involved

I'm a dog, I just bite, I don't do the bark

I'm with the sharks, when you see us, we up in the park

Them niggas playing till they body hit a fucking spark

Them niggas dark, when I shoot, niggas start to run

Them niggas shaking like a bitch, that boy got it good

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine

Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

What's up with low when it was ugly last time you talked

I know you got a lot up on your plate, can't let it stress you out

I know your daddy independent, he ain't getting out

You ain't seen your mama and that crack got her buzzing out

Your bread is razor, she can't see it, she can hardly walk

But her conversation's strong, she in the broken heart

She speak for real, but you can't feel it, you will ain't hard

You feel abandoned, misunderstood, had to show you start

I'm feeling low, nigga, it get real crazy

You ain't got no hook, get off your ass and stop being lazy

You got symptoms of a bum, better sharpen up

Talking like a tax, stay in tact or they'll pop you up

Rollers pull up on patrols, try to lock you up

Full court face passing niggas, trying to sock them up

Time is up, choose a rap for it, get real tricky

These niggas say they got your back, but niggas real iffy

He supposed to be your brother, didn't drill with it

I feel pity, nigga, because you real silly

He was digging in your bitch behind your back

Now you looking for your brother with a strap ready to deal with it

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine

Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

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