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Wrote My Way Out

Artist:Nas  Album:The Hamilton Mixtape 

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[Hook: Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda] 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) [Verse 1: Nas] I picked up the pen like Hamilton Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em No political power, just lyrical power Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours Schemin' on a come up, from evening'to sun up My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant Flickerin' lights inside my project hall Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on Writin' 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? [Hook: Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda] 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) [Verse 2: Dave East] I really wrote my way up out of 6E Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen? At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the mountains Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border That's a big 8, Clicquot 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 knockin', might miss it, that window closin' This poetry in motion, I'm a poet


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