Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

I my way out
When the world its back on me
I was up the wall
I had no
No friends and no 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 picked up the pen Hamilton
Street analyst, now I write words that try to 'em
No political power, just lyrical
Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for
Schemin' on a come up, evening'to sun up
My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we
Courtroom prejudice, evidence
lawyers, these images still relevant
Flickerin' lights my project hall
Sickenin', the mice crawl all long
And '87 Reaganism, many pages written on
Writin' about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger the crib that I was raised at
I'm the architect like I the code 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
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, 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
the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, was a sixteen?
At sixteen, in housin', trips to the mountains
right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
Only we was posed 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 afford them, I learned on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we get steak
I persevered, composition, I it close
Competition near, I'm a Spartan the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written I wrote it
knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
This poetry in motion, I'm a

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 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 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 I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! bleedin'"
My pops 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 I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
These are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, right I'm relentless
I know Abuela's never gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican's brains are through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin' beacon this 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' 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 picked up the pen 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
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 a hole 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 story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
the real story