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

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

Yeah, all talk's a waste
'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 this day would
But I balance my talents with a hope and a
And ride beats dog, that's where my focus
And keep notepads and vocab, my guide
And if I got beef, I don't let it slide, what now

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

My is impossible to thinkin' philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay
I ain't stoppin' 'til I own the field that y'all 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
Might slide but we gonna slip, no way
If the shall inherit the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if they in lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, the mental work
Fuck a verse, I rearrange dental work
And when it pop off, we not
We like the Bentleys, y'all just the knockoffs

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

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

Man, it's all a big game, why it doesn't mean a thing
That I get money and fame, it's all the
If you call me Trademarc or if you my real name
Marc ain't attached to ego
He's a for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a flow
It's not lip service, I don't speak to myself talk
And I don't be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've been taught

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