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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 is not right, man, I oughta just laugh
The darkness ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my path
(What's that?)
the weight of my craft
I breathe easy and let my slowly contract
And write rhymes to inform not to uplift
If you wanna make it all, you persist
(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
five, everything 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, 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, time to fly we die

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

Quite on the Benjamin Clip
Might slide but we ain't slip, no way
If the meek inherit the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if they measure in lyrical
Trademarc first, make the mental work
Fuck a verse, I rearrange your dental
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 with master insight shine bright
I'm always
My burden, to blow up like this, I must endure the slow burnin'
sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, jump the water's in range
And wait for safe answers so if all that remains
Is back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances

Man, it's all a big game, why it doesn't mean a thing
I get money and fame, it's all the same
If you call me Trademarc or if you know my real
Marc ain't attached to ego
He's a for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a 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
the sky, time to fly 'til we die