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Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Big K.R.I.T., Hannibal Buress, Joey Bada$$, Chauncy Sherod
Album:  Lucky 7
Song:   In the Wind
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[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
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!