Writer's Block

I seek to present my humanity I care neither for your metrics nor your vanity I hope that you can see my wrinkles and insanity As I turn calm into chaos and calamity I'm just out here real excited so my fire stays ignited love the journey even though I know the love is unrequited Kicking English, Man United, never nervous in the slightest Hope that Johnny can Unitas, stiff wrist arthritis Microman on a mission you can call me short-sighted Spit the sickest lick like I'm rapping bronchitis Wait, what? I took it too far I'm spittin too hard Got lost in my head Lost track of my heart No drugs in my car No weed in my yard No tips in my jar Got love in my heart I carry my scars All credit no card Don't fear for the flood I wrote my own arc I set a high bar Keep the right par I shoot for the stars Won't fight but I'll spar I'm here to write down the bones King of the people, not of the throne Vision so close, I don't fear the unknown Only coop is the one I've flown I live on writer's block It's closed to traffic but it's open to this sidewalk chalk I live in neon rainbow my soul is vibrant You can feel my spirit even when I'm silent I'll build my castle moving bird by bird Word vomit and brain dumps, doing dirty work Stay grounded, no shoes on the furniture Oxymoronic, I'm like that virgin birth I am stepping into purpose Bring my feelings to the surface Like a wave, must be brave Calling this my last crusade I will live a life worth living before I'm in my grave Vibed out like this crazy fucking 808 Thirst quencher, because I spit not drink that Gatorade Alphabetically sound, I'm doing A-OK European Bred American like Mayonaise I will pluck this tension, craft a melody Find victory in my vocab, rap a spelling bee I used to live this earth walk full of jealousy but I learned that life will go on if I just let it be I live on writer's block It's closed to traffic but it's open to sidewalk chalk I live in neon rainbow my soul is vibrant You can feel my spirit even when I'm silent I live on writer's block Closed to traffic, open to sidewalk chalk I live in technicolor my soul is vibing You can feel my spirit - watch me flying