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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 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 write words try to channel 'em
No power, just lyrical power
Sittin' on a crate on a corner, for hours
Schemin' on a come up, evening'to sun up
My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we
prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these still relevant
Flickerin' lights my project hall
Sickenin', the mice crawl all night
And '87 Reaganism, pages I've written on
Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails
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 of what It Was Written means
what 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 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 rhyme in my life, what was a
At sixteen, in housin', trips to the mountains
Came right back, trappin' off couches, for mouses
Only we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Buchanans
couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get
I persevered, composition, I kept it
near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
Three rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that closin'
This poetry in motion, I'm a

I my way out
When the turned its back on me
I was up against the
I had no
No friends and no family to catch my
on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I up a pen
And my way out (I wrote my way out)

High speed, dubbin' these in my dual cassette deck
Runnin' out of time like I'm Larson's rent check
My mind is where the things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please me that pen back
Y'all, I caught my first beatin' the other kids when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! bleedin'"
My pops tried in to get me to fight back
Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, 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 sentences are endless, so what if they leave me
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' right I'm
I Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood with pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican's brains are through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin' beacon 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 Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
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 Hamilton
I my way out of the

(I my way out)
Really, I saw a hole in the rap game,
so if I to put my little two cents in the game,
hen it would be a different perspective
(I my way out)
I thought that I would represent for my and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
the real story