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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, with nothing left in me but doubt I picked up a 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, 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 Letras de canciones 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 a pen And I wrote my way out (I 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, 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 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 a pen And wrote my way out (I 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 In 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? 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, fucking 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 From Letras Mania