Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

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

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

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

I really my way up out of 6E
Develop with fiends, I know they miss me
Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten
Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the
Came right back, off couches, watchin' for mouses
Only we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
Mama couldn't afford them, I learned on the border
That's a big 8, parties with private 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 rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', might miss it, window closin'
poetry in motion, I'm a poet

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

High speed, dubbin' rhymes in my dual cassette deck
out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
My mind is where the things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me pen back
Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was readin'
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! bleedin'"
My pops tried in vain to get me to fight
Sister my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made of it, I pencil in
The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em
These are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, right I'm relentless
I know Abuela's really gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood with pen, hit an artery
This Puerto brains are leakin' through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin' this side of the G.W.B and
Shine a when it's gray out

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

I picked up the pen like
I wrote my way out of the
my way out of the projects
Picked up the pen Hamilton
I my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
I my way out
Picked up the pen 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 a different perspective
(I my way out)
I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be voice, in a way that nobody has done it
the real story