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 words that try to 'em
No political power, lyrical power
Sittin' on a on a corner, sippin' for hours
Schemin' on a up, from evening'to sun up
My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we
prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these images still
Flickerin' lights my project hall
Sickenin', the mice crawl all night
And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've on
Writin' songs about and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger the crib that I was raised at
I'm the architect I wrote the code to Waze app
I'm driven, black Elohim from the of Queens
The definition of what It Was means
Know I mean?

I my way out
the world turned 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 I my way out (I wrote 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, in housin', trips to the mountains
right 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 switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Mark
Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the
That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private 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 rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that closin'
This in motion, I'm a poet

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 my fall
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, these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin' out of time I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
My mind is the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I it all, please give me that pen back
Y'all, I caught my first beatin' the other 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 right
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I 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 never really gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an
Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' 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 lovin' arms to 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
up the pen like 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 wanted to put my two cents 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 their story, be voice, in a way that nobody has done it
Tell the real