[Verse 1]: Seez Mics
I don't wanna sit and stare at a spreadsheet
While a [?] [?] [?] is dead meat
My kind of fun is solitary and stress free
Refilling the tank when my empathy is empty
Friends see it all- the good and the bad
When l'm bad at being good, it's for the
Good of the math
Add the resources you have, put a foot on
The path
Before judging another's smile as too
Crooked to laugh
Mistook it for wrath, the lesson was one of
Benevolence
Fumbling evidence while discovering elements
Of surprise, surprise- we're all under development
Hate to say I told you so for the love of
Intelligence
None of it's relevant, so listen up
We all share the same water from a different cup
I know my way around all your nips and
Tucks
So a cigarette's the only way l'm kissing butts
Zip it shut

[Chorus]: Seez Mics & Uptown XO
Don’t ask me how, ask me why
And you can howl at the sky (4x)


[Verse 2]: Uptown XO
I don't wanna sit and stare at the city streets
I need a outlet..a plug it's 10 degrees
My heart will freeze if I go below zero
So whenever I see doe I docie doe
Stability is required for manhood
Didn't understand the mechanics until I lifted
Up my damn hood
Fuck materialism that isn't him you or me
And killing your brother for nothing doesn't
Make you a G
I talk to God everyday he created you
And me
The planets and stars are organized
Today I thought of lines to make
The sourt of lime
Light to over ride
Any team I'm the coach of mine
Approach the mic with a cultured mind
Here to take the game into overtime
Like Jordan 23 or 45
With the truth I'm flashy
Like Nas I'm nastyy
I tell em perseverance what got me here
When they ask me

[Chorus]: Seez Mics & Uptown XO
Don’t ask me how, ask me why
And you can howl at the sky (4x)


[Verse 3]: Kokayi
Listen’ I don't wanna sit and stare at a
Sketched piece
Mugshot slug shots now he resting
Blood shot eye water no jet stream
The purge of further murder his mother
Utters the next thing
Jah bless em cuz he nah wan tessem
(test em)
Now he peeking from the urn top a beech
Wood dresser but she preached good
Lessons
Yet he heed no warnings but got inspired by
The choir every Sunday morning, Like
Lawd (lord) please save em she beseeching
Betwixt her grieving amidst relieving
The third shift at the shipping and receiving
Juxtaposed to his growing greed and
Packages he stuck both his feet in
Good til the product ain't a factor but his
Math was misleading
So his path lack the crumbs of bread to lead
Em back now she howling at the sky with a tear stuck to her lashes
A quarter moon amidst the stars as the
Waves keep crashing, so

[Chorus]: Seez Mics, Uptown XO & Kokayi
Don’t ask me how, ask me why
And you can howl at the sky (4x)