Writer's Block

if i don’t get this in one take imma quit rappin’

the whole song i swear to god

i’m supposed to be a professional

i ain’t tryin’ to be one of them dudes

that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good

some of ‘em are cool but ain’t say nothin’ new

runnin’ through a verse just for somethin’ to do

i wanna be the cat that put the straw on the back

of the camel and send him to the chiroprac

i wanna write a line that’s in your head all day

songs that make you say you never felt that way

like i’m tryin’ to give myself goosebumps ok

find the truth inside me and put it on display

many dedicated folks listen to me close

i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes

some flood the blogs some flood the streets

i don’t flood nothin’ i’m watering the seeds

i walk away from emcees offerin’ me cheese

to author a 16 and drop it on their beat

and it’s not like money ain’t somethin’ that i need

there’s a business side and i wanna succeed

plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed

but if i sell my love then what’s left for me

sometimes i don’t write a lot

i know some folks call that writer’s block

i just call it my process

it comes out when it’s ready to i guess

i don’t wanna let nobody down so

here’s some new shit you tell me how it sounds

i ain’t tryin’ to be difficult or no shit

it just hurts too bad to try and force it

had a week off

i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake

he can make a break that make the famous do a take

i’m hyped imaginin’ the magic that we’ll create

i love my family but damn they distract me

when i’m at home someone’s always yellin’ daddy

need to get away badly and focus

but it’s been a couple weeks since i really wrote shit

i’m strugglin’ up late hummin’

pace around the hotel the words ain’t comin’

wrote a little somethin’ throw it away **** it

have an artist freak out moment and start buggin’

maybe it’s the my fire’s just lost

i’m probably a fraud that got lucky before

if i let everybody down then what’s it all for

lookin’ at seattle from the twenty third floor

cracked the window and swung open wide

nothin’ between me and the world outside

what if i decide to lean forward and fly

they say that’s the way donny hathaway died

such a beautiful life ended in suicide

maybe tryin’ to write was tearin’ him up inside

maybe tryin’ to write was tearin’ him up inside

i swear that tryin’ to write is tearin’ me up inside

i bet that i’d regret it the second that i did it

wish that that instant i could continue livin’

i pushed the window closed said man you trippin’

sat down on the bed and wrote this one

sometimes i don’t write a lot

i know folks out there call that writer’s block

i just call it my process

it comes out when it’s ready to i guess

i don’t wanna let nobody down so

here’s some new shit you tell me how it sounds

i ain’t tryin’ to be difficult or no shit

it just hurts too bad to try and force it