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

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

Yeah, all talk's a waste
'Cuz I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines his face
Hold five, live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would
But I balance my talents a hope and a drive
And ride beats dog, that's where my derive
And keep and vocab, that's my guide
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 impossible to philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the only that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay
I ain't stoppin' 'til I own the field that play on
Desperado, like a bird of prey
Cold soldier, crack your vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon

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

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

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's like I had to the black of night
Come back to life with master insight that shine
I'm always
My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I endure the slow burnin'
It's sort of strange, my changed
I take chances, jump the water's in range
And never wait for safe answers so if all 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
I get money and fame, it's all the same
If you call me or if you know my real name
Marc Predka attached to ego
He's a hero for the people, a blessing
Who the essence of a poet with a street flow
not lip service, I don't 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, time to fly we die