what now

Lyrics

, i. will get by, touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die, for what it's 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 me's the shadow i cast in my path, that's 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 talk's a waste, cause i can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face, hold five, everything live, and i vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would arrive, but i balance my talents with a hope and a drive, and ride beats dog, that's where my focus derive, and keep notepads and vocab, that's my guide, and if i got legit beef, i don't let it slide - what now, my brain is impossible to thinkin philosophical, hustle in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical, the only thing i gotta do to stay on or stay strong, i ain't stoppin 'til i own the field that y'all 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 ain't gonna slip - no way, if the meek shall inherit the earth, guess what?, y'all get the globe if they measure in, lyrical worth, trademarc flow first, make the mental work, fuck a verse - i rearrange your dental work, and when it pop off, we not soft, we like the bentleys; y'all just the chrysler knockoffs, but that's life, yeah you hearin me right, it's like i had to find the black of night, come back to life with master insight that shine bright - i'm always learnin, my burden, to blow up gifts like this, i must endure the slow burnin, it's sort of strange, my philosophy's changed, i take chances, jump before the water's 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 it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing, that i get money and fame, it's all the same, if you call me trademarc or if you know my real name, marc predka ain't attached to ego, he's a hero for the average people, a blessing, who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow, it's not lip service i don't speak to hear myself talk, and i don't wanna be a teacher; i'm grateful for all i've been taught,