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 to catch my fall
Running on empty, 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
Sittin' on a on a corner, sippin' for hours
Schemin' on a come up, from sun up
My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we
prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, images still relevant
lights inside my project hall
Sickenin', the mice crawl all long
And '87 Reaganism, many I've written on
songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, than the crib that I was raised at
I'm the architect I wrote the code to Waze app
I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of
The definition of what It Was means
Know what I

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, 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 they 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, watchin' for
tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Mark
Mama couldn't afford them, I everythin' on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot with private dancers with no mixtape
Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
I persevered, composition, I it close
Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I it
Opportunity knockin', might 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 the wall
I had no
No friends and no family to catch my
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but
I up a pen
And wrote my way out (I my way out)

High speed, dubbin' rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin' out of time 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 when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
My tried 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 which I'd go to learn my strengths and 'em senseless
These are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' right I'm
I know Abuela's never really gonna win the
So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an
This Puerto Rican's brains are 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 born in the eye of a
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 up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
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I my way out of the
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I my way out
Picked up the pen like
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 be from a different perspective
(I my way out)
I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way nobody has done it
the real story