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

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

Yeah, all that talk's a
I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, live
And I vibe, nobody thought this day would arrive
But I balance my with a hope and a drive
And ride dog, that's where my focus derive
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 brain is to thinkin' philosophical
in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay
I ain't stoppin' 'til I own the field y'all play on
Desperado, like a bird of prey
soldier, crack snap your vertebrae
No heater, flow than Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice in the cinnamon whip

Quite wide on the Clip
Might slide but we gonna slip, no way
If the meek inherit the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if they in lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, make the mental
a verse, I rearrange your dental work
And it pop off, we not soft
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 the black of night
Come back to life master insight that shine bright
I'm learnin'
My burden, to up gifts like this, I must endure the slow burnin'
sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, before the water's in range
And never wait for safe answers so if all remains
Is lookin' back at my life it never seems like I wasted

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 me Trademarc or if you know my real name
Marc Predka ain't to ego
He's a hero for the average people, a
Who transcends the essence of a poet a street flow
It's not lip service, I don't speak to 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