Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

I my way out
When the turned its back on me
I was up the wall
I had no
No friends and no family to catch my
Running on empty, with nothing in me but doubt
I up a pen
And wrote my way out (I my way out)

I picked up the pen like
Street analyst, now I words that try to channel 'em
No power, just lyrical power
Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for
Schemin' on a up, from evening'to sun up
My man trial, misdemeanors we younger
prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, images still relevant
Flickerin' lights my project hall
Sickenin', the crawl all night long
And '87 Reaganism, pages I've written on
Writin' songs rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, than the crib that I was raised at
I'm the like I wrote the code to Waze app
I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of
The definition of what It Was Written
what I mean?

I my way out
When the world its back on me
I was up the wall
I had no
No and no family to catch my fall
on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I up a pen
And I my way out (I wrote my way out)

I really my way up out of 6E
Develop relationships with fiends, I know miss me
the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
Never had wrote a in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the
Came right back, off couches, watchin' for mouses
tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how jokes switch
was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
Mama afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with dancers with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get
I persevered, composition, I kept it
Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I it
knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
This poetry in motion, I'm a

I my way out
When the world turned its on me
I was up against the
I had no
No friends and no family to my fall
Running on empty, there was nothing in me but doubt
I up a pen
And my way out (I wrote my way out)

speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin' out of time I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
My mind is where the wild things are, Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me pen back
Y'all, I caught my beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you Blah! Start bleedin'"
My pops tried in vain to get me to fight
Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em back
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I in
The to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
These sentences are endless, so what if they me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' I'm relentless
I know Abuela's never gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the
And if he can be the shinin' beacon this of the G.W.B and
Shine a light when gray out

I my way out
Oh, I was in the eye of a storm
No arms to keep me warm
This in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm (I'm here)
I wrote my way out

I picked up the pen like
I my way out of the projects
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
Picked up the pen Hamilton
I my way out of the
my way out of the projects
I my way out
up the pen like Hamilton
I my way out of the

(I my way out)
Really, I saw like a in the rap game,
so if I wanted to put my two cents in the game,
hen it would be from a perspective
(I my way out)
I thought I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
the real story