Carpel tunnel of the mind, so I’ve forgotten rhyme
I act like I’m fine, but I’m already outta my prime
Of course I’m depressed on rap, but it’s a trivial fact
For fans of mine, there’s no reason to overreact
I’m sure my musical muse will come, one day
And I’ll pick up mutli-syllables, again right away
But I’m ticked off, about not having anything
Open my wallet and, you can hear the echo ring
Room is a mess, with no time to get it together
Hot and humid got me begging, for rainy weather
So what am I to do, with so much on my mind
Put in in rhyme? Or continue to let the clock wind
I’m, pretty sure that’s the motto I choose
But, I’ve decided to change the world I compose
Switch up the structure, jumble up the words
Maybe write something knowledgeable or absurd
But at least do something, it’s all I ask of me
I just don’t want my career, to be a catastrophe
Short lived, more like never was able to
I just want to try, and make is through
So I hope, I can get back on the track
Hurry up, and stop with the trainwreck rap