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

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

Yeah, all talk's a waste
I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, everything
And I vibe, nobody thought this day would arrive
But I balance my with a hope and a drive
And ride beats dog, that's my focus derive
And notepads and vocab, that's my guide
And if I got legit beef, I let it slide, what now

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

My brain is to thinkin' philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing logical
The thing I gotta do to stay on or stay strong
I ain't stoppin' I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado, eyes a bird of prey
Cold soldier, crack snap vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter than
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the whip

Quite wide on the Benjamin
Might slide but we ain't slip, no way
If the meek shall inherit the earth, what?
Y'all get the globe if measure in lyrical worth
flow first, make the mental work
Fuck a verse, I rearrange your work
And it pop off, we not soft
We like the Bentleys, just the Chrysler knockoffs

I get by
Touch the sky, time to fly we die

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's like I had to find the black of
Come back to with master insight that shine bright
I'm learnin'
My burden, to blow up gifts this, I must endure the slow burnin'
sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I chances, jump before the water's in range
And never for safe answers so if all that remains
Is lookin' back at my life it never 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 name
Marc Predka attached to ego
He's a for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet a street flow
not lip service, I don't speak to hear myself talk
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've taught

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