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

For it's worth I see the purpose of life
I see below the and the version that you know
And hold is not right, man, I oughta just
The only darkness of me's the shadow I cast in my path
(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 wanna make it all, you gotta
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all that 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 this day would arrive
But I balance my with 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 beef, I don't let it slide, what now

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

My brain is impossible to thinkin'
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 that y'all play on
Desperado, eyes like a of prey
Cold soldier, crack your vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter than
Cinnamon dip, ride in the cinnamon whip

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

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

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's I had to find the black of night
Come to life with master insight that shine bright
I'm learnin'
My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the 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, all a big game, that's 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 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 speak to hear myself talk
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've taught

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