I'm trying to wrap my head, skull & fear around this mindblock
`cause my springtime snowstorm theories are as empty as the sidewalks
I've tried locks before, but stray missiles always broke in
and now I'm twistin`, hopin` that my mind is gonna open
...waiting for the clicks of combinations I forgot
punchin` walls when temper's hot and cold knuckles feel so soft
and I'm not a Locksmith who has doors open to him always
Three of mine are closed; One leads down an endless hallway
where the lights are dim & murky...but the love is strong & fast
another leads into the past that wasn't wrong enough to last
as long as I thought it would...I could remain remorseful,
but I'm resourceful! Yeah, but I can't bust open this door still.
This last shut door is my only wish of penetration,
Because on the other side lies my former inspiration
and I'm patient...but this craving always leaves me wanting more
I guess for now my writing flows to me from the crack beneath the door?
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=181571
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...1&page=1&pp=15
Learning to write again =)
Be Well.