Wrote My Way Out (Explicit)
Nas"Wrote My Way Out (Explicit)" is a song by Nas, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:18 long and contains 99 lines and 811 words.
0:10I wrote my way out
0:11When the world turned it's back on me
0:14I was up against the wall
0:17I had no foundation
0:19No friends and no family to catch my fall
0:22Running on empty with nothing left in me but doubt
0:26I picked up a pen
0:28And wrote my way out
0:29I picked up the pen like Hamilton
0:31Street analyst now I write words that try to channel them
0:34No political power just lyrical power
0:37Sitting on a crate on a corner sipping for hours
0:40Scheming on a come up from evening to sun up
0:42My man awaiting trial misdemeanors we younger
0:45Courtroom prejudice insufficient evidence
0:48Jailhouse lawyers these images still relevant
0:50Flickering lights inside my project hall
0:53Sickening the mice crawl all night long
0:55And '87 Reaganism many pages I've written on
0:58Writing songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
1:01Master bedroom bigger than the crib that I was raised at
1:04I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
1:06I'm driven black Elohim from the streets of queens
1:09The definition of what it was written means
1:12Know what I mean
1:14I wrote my way out
1:15When the world turned it's back on me
1:18I was up against the wall
1:21I had no foundation
1:23No friends and no family to catch my fall
1:26Running on empty there was nothing left in me but doubt
1:30I picked up a pen
1:32And I wrote my way out
1:34I really wrote my way up out of 6E
1:36Develop relationships with fiends I know they miss me
1:38Before the metro cards it was tokens I did the ten speed
1:41Never had wrote a rhyme in my life what was a sixteen
1:43At sixteen arrested in housing trip to the mountains
1:46Came right back trapping off couches watching for mouses
1:49Only tools we was posed with had to spot smoke lit
1:52The haters just confusion pay attention how them jokes switch
1:54Theodora was my favorite of my
1:57Mama couldn't afford them I learnt everything on the border
1:59That's a big 8 coke parties with private dancers with no mixtape
2:03Bumble bee tuna now we could get steak
2:05I persevered composition I kept it close
2:07Competition near I'm a spartan without the spear
2:10Three hundred rhymes it was written before I wrote it
2:13Opportunity knocking might miss it that window closing
2:16This poetry in motion I'm a poet
2:18I wrote my way out
2:19When the world turned it's back on me
2:22I was up against the wall
2:25I had no foundation
2:27No friends and no family to catch my fall
2:30Running on empty there was nothing left in me but doubt
2:34I picked up a pen
2:36And wrote my way out
2:37High speed dubbing these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
2:40Running out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
2:42My mind is where the wild things are Maurice Sendak
2:45In withdrawal I want it all please give me that pen back
2:48Y'all I caught my first beating from the other kids when I was caught reading
2:51Oh you think you smart blah start bleeding
2:53My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
2:56Sister tapped my brains said pssh you'll get 'em right back
2:58Oversensitive defenseless I made sense of it I pencil in
3:01The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
3:04These sentences are endless so what if they leave me friendless
3:06Damn you got no chill f**king right I'm relentless
3:09I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
3:11So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen hit an artery
3:14This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
3:16And if he can be the shining beacon this side of the G.W.B. and
3:20Shine a light when it's gray out
3:22I wrote my way out
3:23Oh I was born in the eye of a storm
3:28No lovin' arms to keep me warm
3:33This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
3:37I can do without I'm here I'm here
3:40Cause I wrote my way out
3:41I picked up the pen like Hamilton
3:43I wrote my way out of the projects
3:45Wrote wrote my way out of the projects
3:46Picked up the pen like Hamilton
3:48I wrote my way out of the
3:50Wrote wrote my way out of the projects
3:51I wrote my way out
3:52Picked up the pen like Hamilton
3:54I wrote my way out of the
3:59I wrote my way out
4:02Really I saw like a hole in the rap game
4:05So if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game
4:07Then it would be from a different perspective
4:10I wrote my way out
4:10I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood
4:13And tell their story be their voice
4:16In a way that nobody has done it
4:18Tell the real story
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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