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 and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, with nothing in me but doubt
I up a pen
And wrote my way out (I my way out)

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

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 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 wrote my way up out of 6E
relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten
Never had a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the
Came right back, trappin' off couches, for mouses
Only tools we was with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how jokes switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Buchanans
Mama couldn't afford them, I learned on the border
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
near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window
This 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 to catch my fall
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but
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 time like I'm Larson's rent check
My is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please me that 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
tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
Oversensitive, defenseless, I sense of it, I pencil in
The lengths to which I'd go to learn my and knock 'em senseless
sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' I'm relentless
I know never really gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an
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 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 like
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
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 little two 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