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I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die

For it's worth I see the purpose of life
I see the surface and the version that you know
And hold is not right, man, I just laugh
The only darkness ahead of the shadow I cast in my path
(What's that?)
That's the of my craft
I breathe and let my chest slowly contract
And rhymes to inform baby not to uplift
If you wanna make it all, you gotta
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all that talk's a
'Cuz I can read a man's thoughts by the way the cross his face
Hold five, everything
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought day would arrive
But I balance my talents a hope and a drive
And ride dog, that's where my focus derive
And keep notepads and vocab, that's my
And if I got legit beef, I don't let it slide, now

I get by
Touch the sky, to fly 'til we die

My brain is to thinkin' philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the thing that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to on or stay strong
I stoppin' 'til I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado, like a bird of prey
Cold soldier, snap your vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter than
Cinnamon dip, spice in the cinnamon whip

Quite on the Benjamin Clip
slide but we ain't gonna slip, no way
If the meek inherit the earth, guess what?
get the globe if they measure in lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, the mental work
Fuck a verse, I rearrange your dental
And it pop off, we not soft
We the Bentleys, y'all just the Chrysler knockoffs

I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die

But life, yeah, you hearin' me right
like I had to find the black of night
Come back to with master insight that shine bright
I'm always
My burden, to blow up like this, I must endure the slow burnin'
It's sort of strange, my changed
I take chances, jump before the water's in
And never for safe answers so if all that remains
Is lookin' at my life it never seems like I wasted glances

Man, it's all a big game, that's why it mean a thing
That I get and fame, it's all the same
If you call me Trademarc or if you know my real
Marc Predka attached to ego
He's a hero for the average people, a
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a street
It's not lip service, I speak to hear myself talk
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm for all I've been taught

I get by
Touch the sky, to fly 'til we die