...lol no big dealMy writers block, is begging to hear how fighters talk,
As I sit and wonder will this street have a yield sign,
I don't know about you, but my verse is a sword,
And I wield mind, is there a stop sign at the end,
Will I run into my enemies, or find a friend,
Fuck my heartbeat, now I'm using a metronome,
My house is an exception, so I have to accept my home,
So I'll have it in my soul, my writers block is intertwined,
Spring, Summer, and Fall have past, now this winter's mine,
I'm drowning in my sorrow, tears kept on the side of the street,
The gutters hold them, ignoring enemies, they tried to defeat,
Writing the most perfect song, and then denied my repeat,
So here I come as fearless as a soldier,
I'm relentless, repentless,
like a sinner or a winner,
I'll defeat my writers block, its my enemy, within me, my inner envy,
Is it my ass's fault, if I fall on my face, on the asphault,
I'll pull my best and final verses, out of my last vault,
I'll some how, some way learn to get past this writers block,
Lock it in this empty household, now I need a tighter lock,
Calling every day, but each day passes with a lighter knock,
Today he tried to knock, but I punched him out on the side walk,
But that fighter in me is dead now, now I let my pride talk,
Cars in the background rustling, on this dirt road,
I look back on my past begging that my hurt showed,
That will give me incentive, never live repentive,
I'll die with winners pride, and then as a sinner fried,
If you do reach this street, don't stop, at the stop sign,
And if your record falls short, keep trying to top mine,
I'll fill notebook after notebook, until my pencil is dull,
Lock my writers block outside the gate, hope this fence'll hold,
I'll never beg for forgiveness, sinful in its ways, now repents my soul,
So here I come as fearless as a soldier,
I'm relentless, repentless,
like a sinner or a winner,
I'll defeat my writers block, its my enemy, within me, my inner envy,
dope
