How I'm Livin' (feat. Mr. Ridley)

Thinking back to high school when they called me a loser Music in my eardrums, mind on the future Envisioned how I'm livin' today Manifested my reality and got it no delay They all used to say I, would never see the day, I Would sit up in my room while all the other kids would play, I Would study sound, hear a beat, write a poem Fantasize about the day that I would meet a microphone And about, fifth or sixth grade is when it happened Noticed that my sneakers were a second hand contraption All the cool kids were dressed up in the latest fashion Then I glanced into a mirror, and what I saw was unattractive And of course that's the time I had my very first crush C.H., her initials next to mine, in a tree I would cut But I guess that's just part of growing up Stop playing on the ground and start playing for a And I remember everyone in my class Who said I wasn't committed or that it wasn't a craft Or that the people wouldn't get it, they'd reply with a laugh Cause I was inarticulate and unfamiliar with math But the path that I pave is now impressing the cats Who wouldn't listen to a youngin' who was kicking' his raps They wouldn't give him no daps, and now they're fascinated look This my favorite kind of story, after all I wrote the book Thinking back to high school when they called me a loser Music in my eardrums, mind on the future Envisioned how I'm livin' today Manifested my reality and got it no delay They all used to say I, would never see the day, I Would sit up in my room while all the other kids would play, I Would study sound, hear a beat, write a poem Fantasize about the day that I would meet a microphone Now that I'm a little older, all that bullshit behind me Got a whole new pile of feces but it never gets beside me 'Cause a life led stressing is a life that is wasted All the beauty that you could have smelled, love you could have tasted But far be it from me, to judge you to your face kid Sometimes it takes a minute to see the damage that the race hid 'Cause all that runnin' leave you with a broken heart and bruised ribs The way to heal is slowing down, find satisfaction from within See I went left and had to climb a different obstacle Focused on my breath, knew I could rhyme and it was possible Threw critics in my pocket and I tightened up my belt And in spite of every block I played the hand that I was dealt It ain't random that I felt the kind of passion from within That only comes from blank pages when they clashing with a pen How fast I could have been your everyday and average person But I would rather change the world with every word that I'm rehearsing Thinking back to high school when they called me a loser Music in my eardrums, mind on the future Envisioned how I'm livin' today Manifested my reality and got it no delay They all used to say I, would never see the day, I Would sit up in my room while all the other kids would play, I Would study sound, hear a beat, write a poem Fantasize about the day that I would meet a microphone