Writer's Block

If I don't get this in one take, I'ma quit rappin'

The whole song, I swear to God

I'm supposed to be a professional

[Verse 1]

I ain't trying to be one of them dudes

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

Some of them are cool but ain't saying nothing new

Running through a verse just for something 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

Look I'm trying to give myself goosebumps okay?

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 quotes

Some flood the blogs, some flood the streets

I don't flood nothing I'm watering the seeds

I walk away from MCs offering me cheese

To author a 16 and drop it on the beat

And it's not like money ain't something that I need

There's a business side and I wanna succeed

Plus I gotta wife and a couple kids to feed

But if I sell my love then whats left for me?

[Hook]

Sometimes I don't write a lot

I know some folks call that writers 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 sh*t you tell me how it sounds

I ain't trying to be difficult or no sh*t

It just hurts too bad to try to force it

[Verse 2]

Had a week off and a short tour break

I flew out to Seattle to go and build with Jake

He give me the breaks that the famous dude would take

I'm hyped, imagining the magic we'll create

I love my family, but damn, they distract me

When I'm at home someones always yelling "daddy!"

Need to get away badly and focus

But its been a couple weeks since I really wrote sh*t

I'm strugglin'

Up late hummin'

Pace around the hotel the words ain't comin'

Wrote a little something threw it away "f*ck it!"

Have an artist freak out moment start buggin'

Maybe it's a wash, my fire's just lost

I'm probably a fraud that got lucky before

If I let everybody down what's it all for?

Looking at Seattle from the 23rd floor

Crack the window it swung open wide

Nothing 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 trying to write was tearing him up inside

Maybe trying to write was tearing him up inside

I swear that trying to write was tearing me up inside

I bet that I'd regret it, the second that I did it

Wishing that instant that I could continue living

I pushed the window closed said "man you trippin'"

Sat down on the bed and wrote this one

[Hook]

Sometimes I don't write a lot

I know some folks out there call that writers 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 sh*t you tell me how it sounds

I ain't trying to be difficult or no sh*t

It just hurts too bad to try to force it