Against the Wind Lyrics

You'll be fine, you'll be good, you'll get by

Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds

But they just keep blocking out the sun

It seems since I was born, I wake up every blessed morning

Down on my luck

And up against the wind

Don't you stop

Don't you run

Don't you cry

Yeah

Gutter grinding beginnings

Reconciling my sinning

Praying Alpha Omega could bring the answer fruition

Understand my position

'Cause I'm the king of queens

In a house full of women

Got to hustle for a living

Phone running out of minutes

Opportunities limited, at least for me and nothing free

I'm just tryna kill it for my family, you kidding me

Even with the skills I receive, I can't get paid without that four year degree

So I use it, reformat and then reintroduce it to avoid confusion

My heart is in the music like a diary of true shit

If hip hop is dead, I'm defibrillating new shit

I grew up on Tupac and Aaliyah

I've been cold since Rev Run rocked Adidas

Heavy winds steady trying to blow me off course

But I've never been afraid of the big bad wolf

Tell that mf bring it

Night after night

Feels like I rage against the moon

But it don't ever light the dark

I curse the falling rain

But it won't stop for my complaining

Down on my luck

And up against the wind

You'll be fine

You'll be good

You'll get by

Gutter grinding beginnings

Struggles never forgotten

I never planned to get on track and talk about my problems

So please pardon my honesty

I'm just tryna make it so budgeting doesn't bother me

Hurry up

Hustle up

Trading properties like Monopoly

Say you going hard, you the opposite, Goapele

Too grown to change, thinking this is who I'm supposed to be

Shoehorn the game, bout to make you make some room for me

Take the top spot

Never drop

Never moving me

Please move aside

You belong in my periphery

So I can keep it fresh

High definition imagery

And watch me keep them guessing like Digorno or delivery

Speaking specifically about the industry

I'm a turn tables hurdle every single obstacle you giving me

I'm Olympic, see?

Kurt Angle flow, danger close

Laying prone with the scope

Aimed at a nigga throat let it go

Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds

But they just keep blocking out the sun

It seems since I was born, I wake up every blessed morning

Down on my luck

And up against the wind

Don't you stop

Don't you run

Don't you cry

Gutter grinding beginnings

Gratitude for my blessings

Me and my lady looking at bills, we both stressing

Blood sins and tears I bear for you like confessions

I was complaining 'til I started using pain as a weapon

In the land of a million pigeons

I had to figure how to stay flyer than rocket engines

Up here alone, there's no such thing as competition

I'm shedding more light than Thomas Edison inventions

Locked in a room with no windows, no matches

Just my thoughts and a mattress

Surrounded by the blackness, but I'm Batman

Flying paper planes at night, just trying to get fly

Fucking with different men and women like I'm trying to get bi

With no lie

Darkness shows no love, so fuck Cupid

My hands reaching high for the sky like yes movements

A locomotive motion as I'm coming through

Rollercoaster floating still I rise, Maya Angelou

Tell God I'm coming through

Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds

But they just keep blocking out the sun

It seems since I was born

I'd wake up every blessed morning

I wake up every morning

Down on my luck, and up against the wind

Don't you stop

Don't you run

Don't you cry

You'll be fine

You'll be good

You'll get by