[Verse]

Too close to leaving, I’m grieving over these past events

September leaves and the blues that come with December winds

Spring into action with passion that makes it hard to miss

My goals and targets are farther than any place I’ve been

Working to make it and overcoming these jobstacles

Fuck any obstacle, Marques Packard is bound to soar

Wings in the sky with angels that still surroundin' me

Devils and Gods are nothing but power stopping me

I’ma freight train running through that back door

Open ya' mind and listen to intuition some more

No subtle metaphors are unpredicted falling floors

I spit the truth until my motherfucking voice is sore

I wanted more but I realized that I needed less

Materialistic niggas wearing a golden vest

To cover up all they problems and keep they mind compressed

Settle for less and ya' problems will seem to decompress

The need for guidance is simply thinking of ya' worth

Voicing opinions, civilians need to go converse

I’m never talking 'bout that motherfucking FaceTime

Enjoy their presence with coffee during the day time

Now this a message, you should never waste a damn time

Stay in the moment, enjoying that you a-damn-live

'Cause you will claim high, overlooking clear skies

And ask ya' self is this the feeling of living and striving