Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

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, nothing left in me but doubt
I up a pen
And wrote my way out (I my way out)

I picked up the pen like
Street analyst, now I write words that try to 'em
No political power, lyrical power
Sittin' on a crate on a corner, for hours
Schemin' on a up, from evening'to sun up
My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we
Courtroom prejudice, insufficient
Jailhouse lawyers, these images relevant
Flickerin' lights inside my hall
Sickenin', the mice all night long
And '87 Reaganism, pages I've written on
Writin' songs about and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, than the crib that I was raised at
I'm the like I wrote the code to Waze app
I'm driven, Elohim 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 the wall
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 I wrote my way out (I my way out)

I really my way up out of 6E
Develop relationships with fiends, I they miss me
the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
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, watchin' for
Only tools we was with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how jokes switch
was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
Mama afford 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 without the
Three hundred rhymes, it was before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', miss it, that window closin'
This in motion, I'm a poet

I my way out
When the world its back on me
I was up the wall
I had no
No friends and no family to my fall
Running on empty, was nothing left in me but doubt
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 time like I'm Larson's rent check
My mind is the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen
Y'all, I my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! bleedin'"
My pops tried in vain to get me to fight
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
These are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' I'm relentless
I know Abuela's never really win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw with this pen, hit an artery
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 it's gray out

I my way out
Oh, I was in the eye of a storm
No lovin' arms to keep me
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 wrote my way out of the
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
up the pen like 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 I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
Tell the real