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

For what it's worth I see the purpose of
I see the surface and the version that you know
And is not right, man, I oughta just laugh
The only 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 baby not to uplift
If you wanna 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 this day would arrive
But I balance my talents a hope and a drive
And ride dog, that's where my focus derive
And notepads and vocab, that's my guide
And if I got beef, I don't let it slide, what now

I get by
the sky, time 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 do to stay on or stay strong
I ain't stoppin' 'til I own the field that play on
Desperado, like a bird of prey
Cold soldier, crack snap vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter than
Cinnamon dip, spice in the cinnamon whip

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

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

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's I had to find the black of night
Come back to life master insight that shine bright
I'm learnin'
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 never wait for answers so if all that remains
Is lookin' back at my it never seems like I wasted glances

Man, it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a
That I get money and fame, it's all the
If you call me or if you know my real name
Marc Predka attached to ego
a hero for the average people, a blessing
Who the essence of a poet with a street flow
It's not lip service, I speak to hear myself talk
And I don't be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've been taught

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