chorus female singer
i will get by
touch the sky time to fly til we die
for what its worth i see the purpose of life
i see below the surface and the version that you know and hold
is not right
hahaha man i oughta just laugh
the only darkness ahead of mes the shadow i cast in my path
thats the weight of my craft
i breathe easy and let my chest slowly contract
and write rhymes to inform baby not to uplift
if you wanna make it all you gotta persist
yeah all that talks a waste
cause i can read a mans thoughts by the way the lines cross his
face
hold five everything live
and i vibe aint nobody thought this day would arrive
but i balance my talents with a hope and a drive
and ride beats dog thats where my focus derive
and keep notepads and vocab thats my guide
and if i got legit beef i dont let it slide what now
my brain is impossible to thinkin philosophical
hustle in my blood thats the only thing thats logical
the only thing i gotta do to stay on or stay strong
i aint stoppin til i own the field that yall play on
desperado eyes like a bird of prey
cold soldier crack snap your vertebrae
no heater flow sweeter than cohiba
cinnamon dip spice ride in the cinnamon whip
quite wide on the benjamin clip
might slide but we aint gonna slip no way
if the meek shall inherit the earth guess what
yall get the globe if they measure in lyrical worth
trademarc flow first make the mental work
fk a verse i rearrange your dental work
and when it pop off we not soft
we like the bentleys yall just the chrysler knockoffs
but thats life yeah you hearin me right
its like i had to find the black of night
come back to life with master insight that shine bright im
always learnin
my burden to blow up gifts like this i must endure the slow
burnin
its sort of strange my philosophys changed
i take chances jump before the waters in range
and never wait for safe answers so if all that remains
is lookin back at my life it never seems like i wasted glances
man its all a big game thats why it doesnt mean a thing
that i get money and fame its all the same
if you call me trademarc or if you know my real name
marc predka aint attached to ego
hes a hero for the average people a blessing
who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow
its not lip service i dont speak to hear myself talk
and i dont wanna be a teacher im grateful for all ive been
taught
