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, nothing left in me but doubt
I up a pen
And wrote my way out (I my way out)

I picked up the pen Hamilton
analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
No political power, lyrical power
Sittin' on a on a corner, sippin' for hours
Schemin' on a come up, from sun up
My man awaitin' trial, we younger
Courtroom prejudice, evidence
lawyers, these images still relevant
Flickerin' lights my project hall
Sickenin', the mice crawl all night
And '87 Reaganism, many pages written on
Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bonds
Master bedroom, than the crib that I was raised at
I'm the architect like I wrote the to Waze app
I'm driven, Elohim from the streets of Queens
The definition of It Was Written means
Know I mean?

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
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but
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
Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten
Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a
At sixteen, arrested in housin', to the mountains
Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for
Only we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how jokes switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Buchanans
Mama afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers no mixtape
Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
I persevered, composition, I it close
near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', might it, that window closin'
poetry in motion, I'm a poet

I my way out
When the turned its back on me
I was up against the
I had no
No friends and no family to my fall
on empty, there was nothing left 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 like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
My is where the wild 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 caught
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! bleedin'"
My tried in vain to get me to fight back
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 and knock 'em senseless
These sentences are endless, so if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' I'm relentless
I know Abuela's never really win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood this pen, hit an artery
This Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin' 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 arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the 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
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
up the pen like Hamilton
I my way out of the
my way out of the projects
I my way out
Picked up the pen like
I my way out of the

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