Peter CottonTale

"Wrote My Way Out"

[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together]
("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
Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
and "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?

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