Spring Winter Summer Fall

[Chorus: Jimetta Rose] I do not mind the summer breeze Except if it wasn't for those minty winter leaves Cold as December when it enters me, instantly I felt the spring as if I'm filled with birds and bees To tell the truth, I do not mind the autumn, y'all I felt the rain on crumbled leaves and watched them crawl Hot as July, I found it hard to pause, all of y'all I wonder which one you would want to wanna call If you could conjure all the seasons If you can control all the seasons Would you recycle them like re-runs Or leave 'em freedom? What are your reasons? Spring, winter, summer, fall [Verse 1: Blu] Yeah, uh, through the valleys in the shadows of death I half-step off the sidewalk to catch my breath While they glorify thoughts that immortalize chalk I jog life through cemeteries where mortifieds walk Took the hawk out, feed it chicken hearts when it's dark out Parked at a dark spot where have-nots talk loud about Anything sinking under the sun Converse mind never spotless, died a hundred-and-one Saw a child without his shoes tied run with a gun Yelling back at one, saying all he wanted was fun "Where's The Love" touched the dial and the crowd went wild When the hand hit the three and the nine, time smiled And I glanced at it, I saw an old man dance frantic "Ain’t No Half Steppin'" was playing out a van, blasting It was tragic when the magic in the city left Good thing the people by the sea kept plenty depth Some say they would throw a bottle of wishes Out to the fishes who presented it as visions to the other side I never swam that far But I saw the same results casting calls at falling stars Started from the tippy, the people from the city sang country tunes And humbly dipped the humpty under drunken moons A buffoon used to gamble his jewels to pay dues His hand was so hot, he thought that every month was June [Chorus: Jimetta Rose] I do not mind the summer breeze Except if it wasn't for those minty winter leaves Cold as December when it enters me, instantly I felt the spring as if I'm filled with birds and bees To tell the truth, I do not mind the autumn, y'all I felt the rain on crumbled leaves and watched the crawl Hot as July, I found it hard to pause, all of y'all I wonder which one you would want to wanna call If you can conjure all the seasons If you can control all the seasons Would you recycle them like re-runs Or leave 'em freedom? What are your reasons? Spring, winter, summer, fall [Verse 2: Blu] Aiyyo, my man took a flag out the moon and made a cape Gave away Saturn's rings to Venus and changed space Told philosophers, "The heart ain't a stone, it's a ruby" Every beat it made turned to compliments and precious jewelry And the world rained diamonds simultaneous The homeless were the only ones who knew of the engagement I sat and sang hymns on a empty stage, faded Woke up the next morning on a crystallized pavement Wondering where the day went, golden gates sent down an angel Who told me to hear the secrets I didn’t know I was holding That moment, rap slogans were quoted just like scriptures Rich folk went broke and spent the night with us I invited my niggas to rock tuxes at the function Bebop was transformed to boom bap production It was true that the subject reminded me of someone Her face kept changing from one to another one I added all my numbers up and counted out a blessing Equated life’s lessons, subtracting my transgression Rested on a mountain where a woman ran naked Heard the last call right before they played my man's record At last, we were headed to a place more familiar The eyes opened so wide to Earth, they could fill up I took a picture of her with her hair up in a rainbow And when I finally met her, I just asked her why she changed so [Chorus: Jimetta Rose] I do not mind the summer breeze Except if it wasn't for those minty winter leaves Cold as December when it enters me, instantly I felt the spring as if I'm filled with birds and bees To tell the truth, I do not mind the autumn, y'all I felt the rain on crumbled leaves and watched them crawl Hot as July, I found it hard to pause, all of y'all I wonder which one you would want to wanna call If you can conjure all the seasons If you can control all the seasons Would you recycle them like re-runs Or leave 'em freedom? What are your reasons? Spring, winter, summer, fall