Don’t know where I’ll be landing
If I can even fly
But I have too much passion
To try to keep inside
I know that I’m not perfect
But everyday I try
Bet you gon’ see me working
Till the day that I die

DEF davyne did my time why I claim boss
I keep my mind refined, full of great thoughts
Searching for Christ, in denial like I ain’t lost
Down to die for my cause on the same cross
Knowing that a couple friends, it may cost
Haters still in my grill like face wash
They don’t want beef, like teeth when ya can't floss
Rolling stone, only way known, to shake moss
Dreams so deep, when I sleep, I get brain loss
Still I shine though, similar to paint gloss
Or a whip, with a lil bit of faint frost
Full speed ahead, like when ya breaks stop
No bench, I’ma ball, and make shots
My time is overdue, like a late watch
Feeling like a slave enraged about to break locks
Sitting on the runway, about ta take off

Don’t know where I’ll be landing
If I can even fly
But I have too much passion
To try to keep inside
I know that I’m not perfect
But everyday I try
Bet you gon’ see me working
Till the day that I die

{I} Been around the block, like a bike lane
Fuck a G6, been fly like a biplane
Behind the mask of my {w}raps, I’m plain
I stay hungry, like the diet of a rice grain
Independent rapper, like Tech N9ne, quite Strange
Knowing that I’m Abel but I’m not willing to fight Kane
Same old dude, with a whole new mindframe
DEF davyne, tryna live up to Christ’s name
I don’t wanna Die, but life, is like a Dice game
Looking at what’s Left, wondering if I’m doing the Right thang
Knowing this way of thinking’s not tite like a tight chain
But I’m busy making Dollars, so why Change
Nice gain, battling my conscious, migraine
Morals staying in my line of sight like a bright stain
Scope of my vision you couldn’t see it with a wide frame
See, my pain, go blind, from the eyestrain
Just a man, regardless of what I might claim
Under, the weather, standing in the ice rain
Feeling played out, kinda like a trite saying
Rappin with a passion, I don’t even like fame
No satisfaction, I’m crashing mind drained
Feet dragging, the action, of my brain
Falling off the wagon, hoppin on the Night train
Still I got the soul of an angel with fly aim

Don’t know where I’ll be landing
If I can even fly
But I have too much passion
To try to keep inside
I know that I’m not perfect
But everyday I try
Bet you gon’ see me working
Till the day that I die x2