Wisdom

[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