Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

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, with left in me but doubt
I up a pen
And my way out (I wrote my way out)

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

I my way out
the world turned its back on me
I was up against the
I had no
No friends and no to catch my fall
on empty, there was nothing left 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 relationships with fiends, I know miss me
Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten
Never had wrote a in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin', to the mountains
Came right back, trappin' off couches, for mouses
tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Buchanans
couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties private dancers with no mixtape
Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
I persevered, composition, I it close
Competition near, I'm a without the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', miss it, that window closin'
poetry in motion, I'm a poet

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

High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my cassette deck
Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent
My mind is where the things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I it all, please give me that pen back
Y'all, I my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
My tried in vain to get me to fight back
tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I in
The lengths to which I'd go to my strengths and knock 'em senseless
These are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' I'm relentless
I know Abuela's never really gonna win the
So it's up to me to draw blood this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto brains are leakin' through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin' beacon 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
hurricane 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 Hamilton
I my way out of the projects
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
up the pen like Hamilton
I my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
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 different
(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