Wrote My Way Out Lyrics

I wrote my way out
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall

I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up the pen
And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

I picked up the pen like Hamilton
Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel them
No political power, just lyrical power
Sitting on a crate on a corner, sipping for hours
Scheming on a come up, from evening to sun up
My man awaiting trial, misdemeanours we
Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
Flickering lights inside my project hall
Sitting in the mice crawl all night long
An '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on
Writing songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
I'm driven, black Elohim hanging from the streets of Queens
The definition of what it was written means
Know what I mean

I wrote my way out
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up the pen
And wrote my way out

I really wrote my way up out of six in
Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
Before the metro cards it was tokens, I did the ten speed
Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housing, trips to the mountains
Came right back, trapping off couches, watching for mouses
Only tools we was posed with, had to spot smoke lit
The haters just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
Theodora was my favourite, [?]
Mama couldn't afford them, I learnt everything on the border
That's a big 8, [?] parties with private dancers with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get stake
I persevered, composition, I kept it close
Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it Opportunity knocking, might miss it, that window closing
This poetry in motion
I'm a poet

I wrote my way out
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up the pen
And wrote my way out

High speed, dubbing these rhymes in dual cassette deck
Running out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's Rent check
My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
And withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
Y'all, I got my first beating from the other kids when I was caught reading
Oh you think you smart? Start bleeding
My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
Oversensitive, defenceless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
The lengths to which I go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
These sentences are endless, so what if leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, f*cking right I'm relentless
I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican brings a leakin' through the speakers
And if he can be the shining beacon this side of the G.W. bridge
Shine a light when it's gray out

Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
No lovin' arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without a care
Cause I wrote my way out

I picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the projects
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
I wrote my way out

Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game
So if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game
Then it would be from a different perspective
I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood
And tell their story, be their voice
In a way that nobody has done it
Tell the real story

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