Wrote My Way Out
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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 '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?

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 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 I 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

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, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin' 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 beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
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, fuckin' 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 shinin' 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Wrote My Way Out" by Nas is a powerful anthem about the power of writing and how it can be used to overcome adversity. Nas's lyrics describe his early struggles, growing up in the projects and facing difficult circumstances, including prejudice, incarceration, and poverty. However, the song is ultimately one about hope and perseverance, as Nas reflects on how he was able to turn his life around by picking up a pen and writing about his experiences.


In the first verse, Nas describes how he was "up against the wall" and had "no foundation" to support him when he first started writing. However, he realized that writing was a way for him to express his feelings and work through his doubts. He references Alexander Hamilton, who famously used writing to rise from poverty and become a successful politician, as an inspiration.


The second verse delves even further into Nas's personal history, describing his experiences growing up in the projects and dealing with the criminal justice system. He still manages to find hope, however, and writes about his dreams of success and success as a writer. In the final verse, Nas reflects on the power of writing as a tool for social change, and how he hopes to use his own writing to help others.


Overall, "Wrote My Way Out" is a powerful ode to the power of art to transform lives and create change. Nas's lyrics are raw, honest, and heartfelt, offering a powerful testament to the importance of self-expression and perseverance.


Line by Line Meaning

I wrote my way out
Through writing, I was able to overcome challenging situations


When the world turned its back on me
During times of rejection and abandonment


I was up against the wall
Facing difficult circumstances with limited options


I had no foundation
Lacking stability and support


No friends and no family to catch my fall
Having no one to rely on for help or support when facing obstacles


Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt
Feeling depleted and filled with uncertainty


I picked up a pen
I turned to writing as a form of expression


And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
Through my writing, I found a way to overcome my challenges


I picked up the pen like Hamilton
Just like Hamilton, I used writing as my means of making an impact


Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
As a street analyst, I use my writing to convey and express the experiences and emotions of the streets


No political power, just lyrical power
Although lacking political influence, I possess the power of my words and lyrics


Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
Spending long hours sitting on a corner, deep in thought and contemplation


Schemin' on a come up, from evening'to sun up
Strategizing and planning for success from dusk till dawn


My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger
My friend is patiently waiting for a trial, reminding me of our past misdeeds when we were younger


Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
Facing discrimination in the courtroom and lacking enough evidence for a fair trial


Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
The memories of incarcerated individuals who served as legal advisors are still significant and relatable


Flickerin' lights inside my project hall
In the hallway of my project building, the lights flicker, representing the challenging and unstable environment


Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long
The constant presence of mice crawling throughout the night, symbolizing the unpleasant and filthy conditions


'87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on
Reflecting on the political climate and policies of the 1980s, which inspired many of my written pages


Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Using my songs to address topics such as justice, morality, and the system of bail bonds


Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
Achieving success to the point where my master bedroom is larger than the small home I grew up in


I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
I take pride in my ability to create and influence like an architect who designed the popular navigation app, Waze


I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
I am highly motivated and determined, a powerful black figure hailing from the streets of Queens


The definition of what It Was Written means
I embody the true essence and meaning of Nas's album 'It Was Written'


I really wrote my way up out of 6E
I genuinely used writing to escape the struggles and hardships of living in apartment 6E


Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
I formed connections with individuals struggling with addiction, and I understand that they long for my presence


Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
During earlier times, before metrocards, I relied on tokens and rode the subway with my bike


Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was I sixteen?
At the age of sixteen, I had never written a rhyme before


At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the mountains
When I was sixteen, I faced arrest within the housing project, and also had experiences in mountainous areas


Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
After those incidents, I quickly returned and continued engaging in illegal activities, selling drugs from couches while being cautious of mice


Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The limited resources we had were our only means, and we found a place to smoke illicit substances


The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
The hatred directed towards us is simply a result of people's confusion, and it's important to notice how their attitudes change


Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
I had a strong preference for Diadora sneakers, specifically the Mark Buchanan model


Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
My mother couldn't afford to buy me those sneakers, so I acquired knowledge and learned valuable lessons through experiences on the streets and border areas


That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
We celebrated with extravagant parties and expensive champagne, hosting private dancers without the need for a mixtape


I persevered, composition, I kept it close
I persisted and persevered, keeping my compositions and writings close to me


Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
Facing competition closely, I am a warrior-like Spartan even without traditional weapons


Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
I had three hundred rhymes prepared and envisioned before actually writing them down


Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
Although there are opportunities present, there is a chance of missing them as the window of opportunity gradually closes


This poetry in motion, I'm a poet
My expressions and actions are like flowing poetry, and I am a true poet


High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Rapidly recording and creating these rhymes using my dual cassette deck


Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
Feeling a sense of urgency and running out of time, similar to the situation portrayed in Jonathan Larson's play 'Rent'


My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
My thoughts and imagination reside in a realm of wild creativity, similar to the world depicted in Maurice Sendak's children's book


In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
Experiencing withdrawal symptoms, I crave and desire the act of writing, begging for the return of my pen


Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
I faced physical punishment from other children for the simple act of being caught reading


"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
Mocked and attacked for displaying intelligence by those who sought to enforce conformity


My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
My father attempted, but ultimately failed, to encourage me to retaliate


Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
My sister recognized my intellectual capacity and assured me that I would easily outsmart my attackers


Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
Despite being overly sensitive and vulnerable, I found a way to understand and process those experiences, using a pencil to write and document my thoughts


The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
I would go to great extents to discover and develop my strengths, ultimately overpowering those who doubted me


These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
My writing and expressions are infinite, even if they result in me being devoid of companionship


Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' right I'm relentless
People may criticize me for lacking restraint, but I embrace my relentless determination to succeed


I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
I understand that my grandmother will never actually win the lottery


So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
Therefore, it is my responsibility to make a significant impact and provoke strong emotions through my writing, striking deep like a severed artery


This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
My Puerto Rican identity and thoughts are pouring out through the singers, evident in my music


And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and
And if I can serve as a guiding light and inspiration on this side of the George Washington Bridge


Shine a light when it's gray out
Illuminate and provide hope during times of darkness and uncertainty


Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
I was born and raised in a tumultuous and chaotic environment


No lovin' arms to keep me warm
Lacking the comfort and warmth of loving embrace


This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
The constant turmoil and chaos within my mind is the burden I carry


I can do without, I'm here (I'm here)
Despite the challenges, I can survive and exist without the need for external validation


Cause I wrote my way out
Because I used my writing as a means of escape and triumph


I picked up the pen like Hamilton
Similar to Alexander Hamilton, I took up writing as a means to express myself and make an impact


I wrote my way out of the projects
Through my writing, I was able to break free from the limitations and struggles of living in the projects


I wrote my way out of the projects
Again, emphasizing how my writing allowed me to overcome the challenges and disadvantages of the projects


Picked up the pen like Hamilton
Once more, highlighting how I followed in the footsteps of Hamilton, embracing writing as my means of expression and empowerment


I wrote my way out of the
Here, the lyrics are incomplete and open to interpretation


Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
Reiterating that I used my writing to escape and rise above the projects


I wrote my way out
Affirming that writing was the key to my liberation and transformation


Picked up the pen like Hamilton
Once again, emphasizing the influence and inspiration of Hamilton's writing


I wrote my way out of the
Continuing the theme of writing as a means of escape and progress


"I wrote my way out
Here, the lyrics are incomplete and open to interpretation


Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game
I recognized a void and lack of representation within the rap industry


So if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective
If I desired to contribute and share my perspective in the rap industry, it would be from a unique and distinct standpoint


"I wrote my way out
Here, the lyrics are incomplete and open to interpretation


I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice
I believed that I could serve as a representative for my community, narrating their experiences and being their advocate


In a way that nobody has done it
Approaching it in a manner that no one has done before


Tell the real story
To tell the authentic and unfiltered narrative




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Lin-Manuel Miranda, David Brewster Jr, Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones, Egbert Nathaniel Dawkins III

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@keeratsaini2048

[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)

[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?

[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)

[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

[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)

[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin' 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 beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
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, fuckin' 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 shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and
Shine a light when it's gray out

[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

[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

[Nas & Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
(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



@mmmhendriksen

This means so much to me you don’t even know it. I know he is never going to read this but I just want to show it . Hamilton means the world to me and I’ll do anything to support you . I am as happy as can be. I’m so happy that you exist and I am truly trying to catch up with everything I’ve missed.

Dear Lin Manuel Miranda you are simply the coolest funniest most amazing awesome person in the world.

I hope you might see this someday

From your biggest fan on the other side of the world.
And I hope to see you on the other side of the war , on the other side of the war
Maya Hendriksen (14)



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@katerina3312

Lin looks like the dad that said you could go out with your friends if he could go too.

@mosesoutofwater370

Funny thing is, he actually IS a dad

@mosesoutofwater370

Stopmotion Unicorn yeah it said on his wiki

@MilfLvr420

Moses Out of water also on his Twitter? His wife Vanessa is expecting another baby! Sebastian will have a new sibling!

@lnh7199

honestly

@mangosmani

I was just about to put this.

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@KevinLohmann

All these people saying Lin is the old man when he's literally the second youngest of the 4 guys.

@Wyt_cc

Fr?

@theoblongbox4909

Old Man is a state of mind 🤣😂

@ariram407

"Poetry in motion, I'm a poet"
Oh, hello Phillip.

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