Nevv - Writer's Block.

Look
I got writers block
I got people trying write me off like taxes dawg
And I think my world shifting but maybe cause it's own axis off
Or maybe cause of Jack Daniels and Friday nights cause that's what I've been putting first
To ignore shit I cannot handle that makes me feel so dismantled, may land me inside a hearse
My man and my confidant
A man that I call my friend has been talking some shit about me, his girlfriend is talking too
Bout trials and tribulations they don't know the fucking half of unless they've walked in my shoes
See, pictures are seen so different, we see them at different angles but angles that they're describing make mathematicians confused
They're more than just so obtuse
It's fictional; Dr. Seus
They sprinkle some information and stir it inside the pot and then blend the words that I use
It's judging apples to oranges
Apple to Microsoft
And I feel my mind is clouded no wonder there's writers block
(I know)

Writers block, I try to stop, my mind is lost oh no
I try to jot my finest thoughts but they feel kinda dull
I'm sliding off the highest rock; the mountain that I chose
To climb on top, the road I paved, I'm driving on, I'm driving blind; arrival is unknown
No, there's road blocks in my brain
No, there's ulcer all on my liver
I keep drinking my stress away
Think my ego's getting so bigger
Think my friends are starting to hate me like the black community would if I chose to use the word (shh!)
But I don't play that racist bullshit nor will I ever be sexist
But no matter what I write somebody always feels offended
There no topic or no sentence I could jot without oppression
I feel lost in your aggression
It so hard to chase a dream when every song that you may sing may just harm somebody's friendship
Girls can dress like guys
And guys can claim they're girls but if I joke about my sex then you just holler your objections
But fuck it I ain't perfect, every saint has got a past and every sinners got a future
My past it burns my conscious just like the rocks on top of hookahs
I try to soothe it out just like the hands on some masseuses but it only rubs me wrong
And all it does is leave me shattered in these ruins
Jesus
I have been a fucking hypocrite
A guy that can't admit he's wrong
I've been a crutch and punching bag
Been my bullies voodoo doll
Somewhere to release their anger
Act out all their violent thoughts
Well time for me to strike them back
So fuck you and this writers block

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Nevv

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