HURRICANE LYRICS
In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky
When I was seventeen a hurricane
Destroyed my town
I didn't drown
I couldn't seem to die
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
I wrote my way out
I looked up and the town had its eyes on me
They passed a plate around
Total strangers
Moved to kindness by my story
Raised enough for me to book passage on a
Ship that was New York bound
I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote my way to revolution
I was louder than the crack in the bell
I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I wrote financial systems into existence
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance
In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky
I was twelve when my mother died
She was holding me
We were sick and she was holding me
I couldn't seem to die
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (I'll write my way out)
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (write everything down, far as I can see)
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait (history has its eyes on you)
I'll write my way out
Overwhelm them with honesty
This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only
Way I can protect my legacy
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait
The Reynolds Pamphlet
WROTE MY WAY OUT LYRICS
[CHORUS]
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?
[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
[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 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
[Chorus]
[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
[ALL]
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] [2x]
I wrote my way out
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the
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
The song Hurricane takes place directly after Hamilton reveals his love affair with Maria Reynolds to Aaron Burr, James Madison, and Thomas Jefferson. The song begins with a few dramatic, minor piano tones, which allude to the severity of the situation and what he has revealed to his three greatest adversaries. Hamilton proceeds to recall the hurricane that destroyed his hometown when he was seventeen years old, and laments that he couldn’t seem to die. In lieu of this situation, he turns to his writing as a form of comfort and solace. A violin begins to play a morose tune in the background as the townspeople pool money to send Hamilton to America. The constant back-and-forth between the beautiful violin and the dramatic piano coincides with the visual metaphor of the hurricane: chaotic and devastating on the outside, but calm and almost peaceful near the eye. For every moment of hardship that Hamilton has faced over the course of his life, he uses the power of his incredible writing to help him through those situations, for better or worse.
Finally, Hamilton declares that he will once again turn to writing to put these embezzlement rumors to rest. As he sees it, the only way he can protect his legacy is to write publicly about his love affair with Maria. At this point in the song, a chorus joins in, chanting the phrases “wait for it” and “history has its eyes on you”. While both of these phrases are in reference to other songs in the soundtrack, they are also meant to display a sense of urgency and panic. Despite his attempts to convince himself otherwise, coming clean about this affair will have major implications for Hamilton’s reputation and legacy. These voices gradually become more prominent, swelling and intensifying until they suddenly fall silent. At this point Hamilton reveals the name of this confession: the Reynolds Pamphlet.
For every moment of hardship that Hamilton has faced over the course of his life, he uses the power of his incredible writing to help him through those situations, for better or worse.
The Hamilton mixtape contains a revamped version of this song known as “Wrote My Way Out”. Instead of an introspective ballad, this version uses a sample of the phrase “I wrote my way out” from the original soundtrack throughout and transforms it into a rap verse. While Aloe Blacc sings the chorus, Lin Manuel Miranda, Dave East, and Nas describe the trials and tribulations they faced during their childhoods. Nas begins by talking about his experience growing up in the streets of Queens. He explains how he used rap as a way to write about his experiences, and then references the unfair treatment of blacks in the criminal justice system (“My man awaiting trial, misdemeanors we younger/courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence/jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant”). The musical Hamilton is credited for its incredibly diverse cast with many people of color or people of differing ethnicities. Despite strides such as these, however, racism is still an incredibly pervasive topic in the world today. As is present within the rap genre as a whole, this new version of Hurricane allows for important social commentary to be made regarding the treatment of blacks in the United States.
Dave East continues this sentiment by discussing his years living as a sixteen-year-old in the streets (“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”). As echoed in the song’s chorus, East consistently highlights themes of loneliness and abandonment, forcing him down many roads of uncertainty during his adolescent years. Despite this, however, he does not allow himself to be defined by the circumstances he has been through. Similar to Hamilton, he is able to use his writing as a form of catharsis in a damaged world.
Lin Manuel Miranda’s verse hones in on the struggles he faced due to his Puerto Rican identity (“Y’all, I caught my first beatin’ from the other kids when I was caught readin’/Oh, you think you smart? 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”). He questions whether his passion for writing will distance himself from important relationships in his life, one being his relationship with his Abuela (Spanish for grandmother). However, he also mentions his hope that the ideas he proposes in his writing can be a beacon of light in an otherwise gray sky. Finally, the four of them come together at the end of the song to unite in their past struggles. Despite the challenges they faced throughout their lives (i.e. lack of a unified support system, prejudice, etc.), they have had writing as a means to escape and give voice to the voiceless.