Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

I my way out
When the world its back on me
I was up the wall
I had no
No friends and no family to my fall
Running on empty, with left in me but doubt
I up a pen
And my way out (I wrote my way out)

I picked up the pen Hamilton
Street analyst, now I write that try to channel 'em
No political power, just lyrical
on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
Schemin' on a come up, from sun up
My man awaitin' trial, we younger
Courtroom prejudice, evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these still relevant
Flickerin' lights inside my project
Sickenin', the mice crawl all long
And '87 Reaganism, pages I've written on
Writin' songs rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was at
I'm the architect I wrote the code to Waze app
I'm driven, black Elohim the streets of Queens
The definition of It Was Written means
Know what I

I my way out
When the world turned its on me
I was up the wall
I had no
No friends and no family to catch my
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 wrote my way up out of 6E
Develop relationships with fiends, I they miss me
the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
Never had a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin', to the mountains
Came back, trappin' 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 couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private with no mixtape
Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
I persevered, composition, I it close
Competition near, I'm a Spartan the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I it
Opportunity knockin', miss it, that window closin'
This poetry in motion, I'm a

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

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

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

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Picked up the pen Hamilton
I my way out of the
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(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 be from a different perspective
(I my way out)
I that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
Tell the story