Summers coming, I can feel it’s breeze

It brings me to my knees and I plead

for the need to feel some kind of real

So I called up on the snow and I made some kind of deal

To make it go away but yet it persists to stay

and stray throughout the day

and so I fear that it managed to steer clear of the atmosphere 

where I wish it to go

so the grass can grow

and the sun can shine

and the rain can fall upon my head.

Here comes the summer, the winter is dead.

-Notorious M.A.T.