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2016-12-29

  Wrote My Way Out - Nas&Aloe Blacc&Lin-Manuel Miranda&Dave East

  I wrote my way out

  When the world turned it's 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 with nothing left in me but doubt

  I picked up a pen

  And 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 misdemeanors we younger

  Courtroom prejudice insufficient evidence

  Jailhouse lawyers these images still relevant

  Flickering lights inside my project hall

  Sickening the mice crawl all night long

  And '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 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 it's 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 a pen

  And I wrote my way out

  I really wrote my way up out of 6E

  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 trip 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 favorite of my

  Mama couldn't afford them I learnt everything on the border

  That's a big 8 coke parties with private dancers with no mixtape

  Bumble bee tuna now we could get steak

  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 it's 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 a pen

  And wrote my way out

  High speed dubbing these rhymes in my 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

  In withdrawal I want it all please give me that pen back

  Y'all I caught my first beating from the other kids when I was caught reading

  Oh you think you smart blah 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 defenseless I made sense of it I pencil in

  The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless

  These sentences are endless so what if they leave me friendless

  Damn you got no chill f**king 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's brains are leakin' through the speakers

  And if he can be the shining beacon this side of the G.W.B. and

  Shine a light when it's gray out

  I wrote my way 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 I'm here I'm here

  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

  Picked up the pen like Hamilton

  I wrote my way out of the

  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 wrote my way out

  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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