Writer's Block - Fatlip

One out of every two people that see me

In the street ask me about my CD

What style will I create?

And what’s the delay on the release date?

I hate to tell y’all the cold, cold truth

I’m a old nigga in the vocal booth

Coulda been a legend like Big and 'Pac

But I caught a bad case of writer’s block

Writer’s block, for those unaware

Is a condition that’s hardly rare

Often compared to a tree that bears no fruit

A bank account with no loot

The inability to produce a thought

Ideas get stale, brain cells rot

Failed attempts at concentration

I’m in a state of psychological stagnation

So whatcha gonna do?

You try to write it but nothing will come to you

Don’t try to fight it, tell me, what’s it gonna be?

Don’t lose your cool, I know it’s usually so easy

But now you’ve been caught up with writer’s block

Stuck on stupid, thinking bout the new kid

On the block, as the clock keeps ticking

Time is of essence, must maintain presence

Out of sight, out of mind

Still can’t find the words to explain

My joy and my pain, I’m going INSANE

Like the nigga from The Shining

Everything on the line when I’m rhymin

The only way I pay rent, I represent

The only way I eat, I rhyme to a beat

The only way I buy clothes, I rock shows

Now you can see why the problem is posed

Yo It’s kinda crazy when you think about it

I mean niggas get paid just to say what they think about

This that and the other.

It sound easy

But, on the real, everybody sound greasy

Talk gangsta when you really ain’t one

The last gat you blasted was a paint gun

Paint fictitious pictures to get richer

When you really a bitch, I ain’t mad witcha

I wish I could make people believe

That I slang keys and tote D’s, but I’m sorta like a fuckin' dweeb

And that don’t sell

I never been shot, or been to jail

But I’m beginning to wish I had been

Just to put it down on a pad with a pen

Cause I just wanna ball with the rest of 'em

Be inducted in the hall with the best of 'em

But for now, it’s just a dream

Cause I can’t think of one fucking thing