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

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

Yeah, all that a waste
'Cuz I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his
five, everything live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would
But I balance my talents with a 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 don't let it slide, now

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

My is impossible to thinkin' philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the only that's logical
The only I gotta do to stay on or stay strong
I ain't stoppin' 'til I own the field that y'all on
Desperado, eyes like a of prey
Cold soldier, snap your vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon

Quite on the Benjamin Clip
slide but we ain't gonna slip, no way
If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess
get the globe if they measure 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 Chrysler

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

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's like I had to find the of night
Come back to life with master insight that shine
I'm always
My burden, to blow up gifts this, I must endure the slow burnin'
It's of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, 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, all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing
That I get and fame, it's all the same
If you call me Trademarc or if you my real 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
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
the sky, time to fly 'til we die