In the Wind

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]

Yeah, ride

Roll something to this one right here, man you know what I'm...

Nah, man, I can't roll nothing up to this one right here, we want to keep it all clean you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, ride with my, ride, ride

Just ride with me, ride with me

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

Yo, and I'll be here for you when there's no one else

I see things been getting hard, you need somebody's help

I'm really worried about the kid's of tomorrow's date

That's why I'm always conscious in everything I say

My little brother getting big, yo, he just turned eight

Know he be looking up to me, I see it in his face

When he listen to my music it takes him away

My only wish is that it brings him to a better place

You see, the universe is listening every time we speak

What you seek, it seek in you, so practice what you preach

And if I got some type, a voice should be used to teach

My young world, your wildest dreams are within your reach

And I'mma tell you, just like I told me

Believe in yourself, you can do anything

No matter what they say you can't do or won't 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 in understanding of thee

Of whom you've come to be, this child of Destiny

Nothing's coincidental, everything meant to be, now;

[Chorus: C. S. Armstrong + Joey Bada$$]

Now—I’m hopin' that you’re listenin'

(Just vibe with the most—most)

And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind

(Keep it goin', yo—check)

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

I always knew that one day I would be a star

Since a kid I always had this feeling in my heart

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really this special or

Is there something that you ain't been telling me Lord

You see I learned something vital with my whole career

From just watching, observing 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 hidden 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

Thinking the world's dark and hell's hot

My only hell is being 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 feeling his pain

[Chorus: C. S. Armstrong + Joey Bada$$ + Big K.R.I.T.]

Now—I’m hopin' that you’re listenin' (Yeah)

And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind (Ya feel me?)

Uh

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]

A country boy' dream can beat the odds

Watching out for laws on the falling stars

I pray that 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 things

Like you can't be successful with out a flooded, embezzled, 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 pool pit

Got to be real, through your heart, to your core

Don't give up on God, when there's so much more in store

Now I don't mean to be preaching, some might say I'm reaching

But Lord knows, somebody gotta teach it

I'm hopin' that you listen

[Chorus: C. S. Armstrong + Big K.R.I.T. + Joey Bada$$]

I’m hopin' that you’re listenin' (Yeah)

And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind (Ya feel me?)

Uh

[Outro: Hannibal Buress]

Yo, a cappella—'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, H.B

[Produced by Statik Selektah]