Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

I my way out
the world turned its back on me
I was up the wall
I had no
No friends and no to catch my fall
on empty, with nothing 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 that try to channel 'em
No political power, just lyrical
on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
Schemin' on a up, from evening'to sun up
My man awaitin' trial, we younger
Courtroom prejudice, insufficient
Jailhouse lawyers, these images relevant
Flickerin' lights inside my project
Sickenin', the mice crawl all long
And '87 Reaganism, many I've written on
songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger than the 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 It Was Written means
Know what I

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 left in me but doubt
I up a pen
And I my way out (I wrote my way out)

I wrote my way up out of 6E
Develop relationships with fiends, I 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, 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 switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Mark
Mama couldn't them, I learned everythin' on the border
a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we get steak
I persevered, composition, I kept it
Competition near, I'm a Spartan the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', miss it, that window closin'
poetry 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 and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, there was 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 Jonathan Larson's 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 kids when 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 I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me
Damn, you got no chill, right I'm relentless
I Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to blood with this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican's brains are through the speakers
And if he can be the beacon this 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 arms to keep me warm
hurricane 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
Wrote-wrote my way out of the
Picked up the pen Hamilton
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 like a in the rap game,
so if I to put my little two cents in the game,
hen it be from a different perspective
(I my way out)
I thought that I would for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
the real story