Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Wind, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song Lucky 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.2015
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
In The Wind |
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 |
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; |
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) |
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 |
Now—I'm hopin' that you’re listenin' (Yeah) |
And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind (Ya feel me?) |
Uh |
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 |
I’m hopin' that you’re listenin' (Yeah) |
And you can find my love—love blowin' in the wind (Ya feel me?) |
Uh |
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 |