Writers Block (feat. F Jay)

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This music is my therapy, every rhyme and every melody
But when I am running out of ink, I just don't know what to think no more
Every lyric is a remedy and writers block is the enemy
So what do I do, where the hell do I run to, when I, can't write no more

How dare I be complacent, I haven't even made it
Always claiming fatigue as the rookie in the league
Should be hungry as hell, not fearing to fail
Keep making excuses, tying my hopes in nooses
Embodiment of lazy, just a typical nuisance
Don't sip from the cup, dry of creative juices
The truth is, just lacking in confidence, fear almost bottomless
Masquerading incompetence, wishing I was a monument, immortalized anonymous
A never ending loop, déjà vu omnibus
I channel all potential, through my pen or pencil
Pages stay blank, maybe I need  a stencil
Or a hit record, rack me some credentials
But writing so hard, especially on instrumental
Ah ah, here I go again, letting all this debt creep back in my pen
Bars locked away like I was rotting in the pen
Fat lady sung, the beginning of the end
Closing curtain act, just the silence of men
No standing ovation, just the silence of men

This music is my therapy, every rhyme and every melody
But when I am running out of ink, I just don't know what to think no more
Every lyric is a remedy and writers block is the enemy
So what do I do, where the hell do I run to, when I, can't write no more

What a reluctant hero, work ethic at zero
Not for the lack of effort, this is murder that she wrote
I'm her evil twin, call me Danny Devito, hands free Steven Seagal
Truth seeker like Siegel, many do it for ego
I don't do it enough, bird's view of an eagle
Meaning I just observe, watching their way with verbs
Wishing I had the nerve to replicate they ease
And not get weak at the knees, a verse I all that I need
But the words still escape, I'm really just outta shape
I should put in the time but always needing a break
Need to get over myself, this project off the shelf
Or at least off the ground, an Underdog is crowned when he puts in the work
Results are only a perk, no sense justifying, underachievement's berserk
When its all said and done, they'll only judge your run
All the tales you spun, how you worked a pun
They want the full story, not only how you begun
So put pen to paper, ignore the rock and scissors
Believe in yourself, biggest enemy is in these mirrors

This music is my therapy, every rhyme and every melody
But when I am running out of ink, I just don't know what to think no more
Every lyric is a remedy and writers block is the enemy
So what do I do, where the hell do I run to, when I, can't write no more

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