Sittin’ here at the crib wonderin’, thinkin’ on what I should write about
Lie about, this composition has gotten me all in doubt
Should I rap with simplicity or compelling wordplay?
Or should I be a badass and say pimpin’ is easy?
Should it be about paper, no no, that ain’t my style
Should it be about struggle, no, this shit has drove me wild
My mind state, 80s rock yet my lyrics still emo
Emotions are swirling hard, should I rap for the people?
The truth is, I’m like “fuck the people,” should be all about me
No, it should be all about praising the Lord, see?
Now you see my dilemma, I’m fucking losing all my energy
Exhausting all my resources not become the enemy
Then I’m like “fuck the enemy,” color this rap evergreen
Forever last like Everlast, never caught in the in between
In the end, the only person I see in the mirror is me
The only woes I see is me, the music I hear is me
And I feel better about it finally, get back to writing
Get back to the pen and the notepad and stop all the silencing
But when I sit down, my hearty smile turns upside down
I stare blank at the page and all I hear is a scowl
I’m thinking of the lost verse and I’m thinking that I’m cursed
So many months with no words, I should die in Fleet’s Hurst
I feel that these demons have gotten the better of the worst
I need to figure out these problems and find out what it’s worth
My brain hurts
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