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 catch my
Running on empty, with nothing in me but doubt
I up a pen
And my way out (I wrote my way out)

I picked up the pen like
analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
No political power, just power
Sittin' on a crate on a corner, for hours
Schemin' on a come up, evening'to sun up
My man awaitin' trial, we younger
prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these images still
Flickerin' lights my project hall
Sickenin', the mice crawl all long
And '87 Reaganism, pages I've written on
Writin' songs about rights and 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 from the streets of Queens
The definition of It Was Written means
Know I mean?

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, 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 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, what was a
At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the
Came back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
Only tools we was with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes
Diadora was my favorite, the Mark
Mama couldn't them, I learned everythin' on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we get steak
I persevered, composition, I kept it
Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I it
Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window
This in motion, I'm a poet

I my way out
When the world its back on me
I was up against the
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 wrote my way out (I 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, give me that pen back
Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you Blah! Start bleedin'"
My pops tried in vain to get me to back
Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em back
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made of it, I pencil in
The lengths to which I'd go to my strengths and knock 'em senseless
These sentences are endless, so what if 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 Rican's brains are leakin' through the
And if he can be the shinin' beacon side of the G.W.B and
Shine a light when gray out

I my way out
Oh, I was born in the eye of a
No lovin' to keep me warm
This in my brain 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 my way out of the projects
my way out of the projects
Picked up the pen like
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 two cents in the game,
hen it would be from a different
(I my way out)
I that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
the real story