Writersblock Lyrics

Me I'm still stuck in my ways

I don't got nothing to say

I just copy paste

Talked to the old me

I looked in his face

Said if you don't believe it

You'll never be great

Always been fueled by the product of hate

I got to go get it, no option to wait

Destined for greatness before I was eight

My purpose is bigger than money and fame

Sometimes I get down and I drown in self hate

When that passes away though this hunger remains

Something about my work ethic don't change

My minds overwhelming its hard to relate

Bury the old me and bag the remains

Ship it away get it out of my face

Another beat murdered, I'm cold as the case

But most of these rappers ain't bold as they state

My hunger went drained my emotions went dry

Missing some people I know in the sky

Recently I ain't been able to write

Is this passion something I know I should stop?

I'm overthinking I do it a lot

It always affects every mood that I got

I try to make music most people will like

But that's killing the realness and way that I write

Back to the basics,

I write from my heart

Like I used to when no one could hear the sound

Got a girl that I love

And I want to commit

But that's hard when I don't want to settle down

Got some thoughts in my head

That keep me overthinking at night

And I just want to let them out

So I go to my pad and I write them all down

Its a way I can cope and just level out

But lately I'm struggling tryna do that

Cause I think of the people that I'm around

So I try to make music I think that they'll like

And its taking my passion and got me down

I been talking to God

I been growing a lot

But sometimes I just want him to hear me out

Can you lead the way and just show me what my purpose is?

Cause there's a lot I ain't figured out

I been the person that's always got check on the ones

That I never see check on me

I would prolly blow up and make terrible choices

If I didn't have a good head on me

Ever since I was young had a chip on my shoulder

Cause I always felt like they slept on me

Really I was the one that just couldn't achieve

Cause my mind was just hindering letting me

And this the first time in my life

Where I cant even write though

I feel I got writers block

And that's not even true

I just think about you when I write

So I don't like to write a lot

Wish that I could build up my fans

Easy as women that show off they body

A cyber thot

Or these rappers that talk about money and drugs

Like I really don't care if you're high or not

Me and my inner self fight a lot

Need to know if I'm doing this right or not

I think about more than my life a lot

Have I really been living my life for God?

A question that ill prolly take it my grave

But it's always stuck in my mind a lot

God why when I'm talking to you It feels like I'm alone

And I'm having a monologue?