check dis shit out....
….I paint a picture with my mind, thought, rhymes, and my pen….
….Again and again I haven’t ever brought it together to begin….
….Staring at my blank page, mindless, with no thought on the brink….
….I’m out of focus in silent rage when I don’t stop to think….
….I look up from my notebook, look to the left, to the right….
….I think I got something! Sike, fuck it yo scribble it out….
…. Crumple this shit up, whenever your in any doubt….
….I put my pen to the paper but still nothing comes out.…
….I ain’t got no clue on what to I’m gonna write about….
….I’m like the bubble boy who really never could get out….
….I’m about to shout, cotton mouth, from lyrical drought….
….My faucet’s been turned off, nothing coming through, no flow…
….Although, a while ago, I used to be able to reach the plateau….
….Unorganized thoughts, messy page, mind fills with fright….
….Internal organs hurt from poppin pills to write all night….
….I’m going amok, struck with ill luck, no more can I bare….
….I hear three knocks on my door and wake from my nightmare….
thanks for lookin gimme sum feedback plz
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