Writer's Block

Yeah Yeah, yeah Huh Imagine being old before you come out the womb A caterpillar dead before he goes in cocoon Rest in peace my inspiration complacent gone too soon My days been filled with sage and rolling up acres Struggle to pick up the pen I'm staring at paper Its stareing at me back like what's happening Make a statement I ignore it and move forward The truth I'm avoiding What if I fell out of love with rap cuz' the action boring Cuz' being true to myself ain't got me nowhere Maybe if I was rapping bout shooting I'd have a career Rap about toting AK's maybe then they'll press play Least you can say you stay paid to the people that's unfair Never even seen a designer but rap bout' Moncler He wearing everything he desires but love is not there The system's really basic we slaves to these corporations White pockets got us picking cotton I deny the profit Yeah Huh I'm as humble as can be but nothings happening for me I be trynna' wait and see but I'm patient to a degree I ain't gone freeze until my stack looking fair in hight Shout out the brothers in the jail praying from a cell they see us Peep the play on words huh It's just a temperature check Lyrical exercise and right bout' now I'm ready to flex Played with some thoughts of quitting rap but Lord forgive me Me putting down the mic is like me giving up the fight Me putting down the mic is Moses drowning Israelites I be like Mike Tyson up on this mic ish' You'll never box me in not even if I'm on prime's list Amazing how I go on and on Like Baduizm I'm bout to kill em No chances given execute the witness Freedom is given, if you don't listen back to beginning Freedom for sinners through Yah the biggest Forgot to mention like I got dementia I'm on my business until I'm finished