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Tekst piosenki

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)


[Verse 1: Nas]

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 [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 hanging 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 wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)


[Verse 2: Dave East]

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 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


[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 wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)


[Verse 3: Lin-Manuel Miranda]

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, defenceless, 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


[Bridge: Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda]

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


[Outro: Nas, Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda]

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 

Tłumaczenie