Writer's Block - eLZhi

I seen the error in your ways

I can never correct the way you wrote your life

And how you word your actions

You never looked them over twice

You just jot 'em down and wouldn’t give 'em any thought

Over paper you crossed a line, wasn’t pretty smart

Your whole attitude was way past the margin

Trying to pass in the eyes of niggas who had no class

Skipping on school and that experience was teaching

'Til they trapped behind bars looking serious when thinking

Trying to pinpoint where they went wrong, reciting the same old song

It seems like you writing just like him

And you feeling like an artist drawing blanks within my brain waves

To put it in black black and white, we wasn’t on the same page

Wish I could have steered your hands in the right direction

But you went out like the darkest ink writing in light complexion

Still, I could adjust the actions that you’ve given me to read

But my life holds literature that’s not easily agreed

Whether right or wrong

Both feet trailing ink moving right along

I’m trying to live it like a lyric that ignite a song

You live your life on the line, I just keep writing on

If you step on any writer’s block, you may end up behind enemy lines

Niggas got rap sheets long as my trinity rhyme

Don a sling lead with your name on it, it was written

Dropping hooks 'til the cocaine on us, to give 'em rhythm

Some drink and smoke, a mind full of blackness makes a bold face

But a past written too dark to erase still hold trace

And stays there like our graffiti on them liquor stores

Yosam blasts (?) name tag in the upper left corner

Police they got these blocks down to a letter

But guns that help you bare your soul like sitting down to a letter

Elders (?) in this world is predominately white

And it interests me that they never left the hood like they black as parentheses

John Hancock’s a weapon, be careful as he’s printed

Because he can push your wig (?) back like a paragraph’s indented