The Quiet Room - L'Orange

A writer sits in front of his old typewriter

Four corner room in solitude is where you might find him

Or maybe not, in that secluded spot

His hands get hot as the ink drops

Staring at the page, he don’t blink a lot

Taking slow sips and chugging from a gold goblet

Life events made him cold-hearted, so he wrote about it

Dark lines sit deep under his eyelids

Depressed, plus in need of rest;

That’s just to redirect his hatred

So many times he ain’t say shit, seemed patient

But he locked them feelings in the basement

And now he writes fiction mixing moments from his past

And his fans don’t understand how real they are, he had to laugh

Somebody had asked him where his inspiration was from

About a boy very young sodomized with a gun

A tear fell from his left eye and then he tried to lie

And said that in his idle time he dreamed a storyline

Going on 45

Fury since his shorty, «Worry» never dies

It will subside;

reason he never kept his head up high

Seldom smiled since a pedophile that pinned him down

Now he sit around pondering on how he’d get 'em now

When you’re down, drowning in the «why», «how», and the «when»

It’s like a reenactment that’s happening over again

Them dark clouds is over him while he was holding that pen

A good thing he started writing rather then holding it in

At this point he got 5 books published, a lot of luggage

Seemingly doing well, cause that hell, he rise above it

He kept the truth from the public with a default smile

Camouflaging cause that’s the shit that he’s on now

A better life to live: the house dog, the wife, and the kids

Fooling everyone but himself, walking right off the edge

Ain’t nobody knows what he went through

His mate thought she could relate, he said, «not even you»

With a straight face she can’t understand him, so then she exits

Clears the joint account and then bounce like he expected

Another one that wasn’t built to last

He going mad sitting up in his pad

Lit with the crooked laugh

As hes typing up the next best seller

'Bout a writer end up killing himself when his ex left him

His fans read about it on the following day

«The Mad Writer» was the title, story on front page

It said…