Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Big K.R.I.T., Hannibal Buress, Joey Bada$$, Chauncy Sherod Album: Lucky 7 Song: In the Wind Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yeah, ride Roll somethin' to this one right here, man you know Nah, I can't roll nothin' up to this one right here we want to keep it all clean you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, ride with my, ride, ride Just ride with me, ride with me [Verse One: Joey Bada$$] Yo! And I'll be here for you when there's no one else (Else) I see things been gettin' hard you need somebody's help (Help) I'm really worried about the kid's of tomorrow's date (Date) That's why I'm always conscious in everything I say (What I say) My little brother gettin' big, yo he just turned eight (Eight) Know he be lookin' up to me I see it in his face (Face) When he listen to my music it takes him away (Away) My only wish is that it brings him to a better place (Place) You see the universe just listen every time we speak (Speak) What you seek it seek in you so practice what you preach (Preach) And if I got some type a voice should be used to teach (Teach) My young world your wildest dreams are within your reach (Reach) And I'm a tell you, just like I told me (Me) Believe in yourself you can do anything No matter what they say you can't do or won't be (Be) Don't ever listen keep limited homies plus limits don't know me See knowledge your pops and, wisdom's your OG Experience is born and understanding of thee Of whom you've come to be this child of Destiny Nothing's coincidental, everything meant to be, now [Chorus: Chauncy Sherod] (Joey Bada$$) Oh!!! I'm hoping that you're listening (You just vibe with the most) And you can find my love, love blowing in the wind [Verse Two: Joey Bada$$] I always knew that one day I would be a star Since a kid I always had this feelin' in my heart Sometimes I wonder if I'm really this special or Is there somethin' that you ain't been tellin' me Lord You see I learned something vital with my whole career From just watchin' observin' things over the years A secret that I don't think that I'm supposed to share But I don't care cause if they kill me I was never here You see the truths been under your nose for a long time The only real power is the one over your mind So once you seek control of every little thing you do Start to unlock the potential that's inside the youth Don't you get got or cell blocked thinkin' the world's dark and hell's hot My only hell is bein' enslaved 'til I'm in the box And to my brother's treating life like it's another bitch I encourage you to find yourself a better chick And treat her with respect 'cause the moment you neglect Start to fade and pick away pieces of your flesh So be smart cause it's never too late for change Never met a man who gained without feelin' his pain [Chorus: Chauncy Sherod] (Joey Bada$$) Oh!!! I'm hoping that you're listening And you can find my love, love blowing in the wind (You feel me) [Verse Three: Big K.R.I.T.] Yo! A country boy dream can beat the odds Watchin' out for laws on the fallin' stars I pray you make it out of the booby traps And feeble daps that people give you on the low Let's face off in the grass just be careful when it grow It's more about the messaging less about the flow The sky ain't the limit although that's what we're told amongst other thangs Like you can't be successful with out a flooded, embezzled and diamond chain Well damn, what about feeding families? Giving your all to manage don't sacrifice your canvas To paint a picture of some bullshit Be weary of the path that talk of private jets in the pulpit Got to be real, through your heart, to THE core Don't give up on God, when there's so much more in store Now I don't mean to be preachin', some might say I'm reachin' But Lord knows, somebody gotta teach it I'm hoping that you listen [Chorus: Chauncy Sherod] (Joey Bada$$) Oh!!! I'm hoping that you're listening And you can find my love, love blowing in the wind (You feel me) [Outro: Hannibal Buress] Yo! acapella, cause Statik won't give me no beats But I spit bars no matter what in the heat It's eighty degrees out in the street We in Greenpoint or Bushwick I push shit, that's it I ain't even got the headphones on, No headphones Hold the headphones in my hand to make 'em handphones I'm the man HB!