Rival - Rearranged lyrics

[Verse 1] From the bottom of my heart I realized I had to go Being a stupid individual with no hope Stuck inside a four corner space for countless hours But in Four Corners I felt very much empowered My pops was on my a** about my education like no other Don't end up not being sh** like your old brother No momma around and my step mom was straight outta Her goddamn mind, with her family on my couches Meanwhile my own blood can't even meet without problems Never choosing sides unless y'all are really down to solve em Music was the only to expand on my horizons The blunt gets lifted and I elevate my priceless In the process of progressing I had to produce aggression Rasied by lyrical geniuses who made rapping my profession Get up in the morning, head to cla** and clock in Grinding for my sh** because this life is never promised And what I got, I'ma take it Take it beyond the graces Of God so he can one day help me get the placement Of wherever I need to go, wherever I need to be To tell us all about my unusual history In the midst of it happening, see its Pandemonium Lungs filled with petroleum, now my body going numb Generous to acknowledge the criticism thrown at me Release the grudges that I had up in the past g [Hook] Don't know what say, hey, wait I just really want this sh** to change Haven't seen the light in days, this place Got my whole mind rearranged [Verse 2] Irany leaves when I disperse the trees The bright lights offer me a couple words to lead Take it right I'ma go despite my outter life To power up these mics and travel around all across the seven seas Peep the how I'm going As far as Israelites and Moses Comatose and choking provoking the open sources To give it up Who really want it with the kid? Desperately doing what I do cause its so astonishing and sh** A year ago today I was envisioning paradise Came to a conclusion I had lived around parasites Isolate myself I've been doing fairly well If I do say so myself Steady climbing for that belt They used to tell me sh** about the pace I'm living at Well I'm living good, my family good, so where the b**hes at? Excuse my youth, I got talent inside the stash box Pull out some notes I made like they f**ing crack rocks Started making cla**ics back when I was still in grade school Now the times have changed and everybody hates you [Hook]