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Writer's Block - Fatlip

Written by：J-Swift

One out of every two people that see me
In the street ask me about my CD

What style will I create

And what's the delay on the release date
I hate to tell ya'll the cold cold truth
I'm a old ni**a in the vocal booth

Coulda been a legend like Big and Pac
But I caught a bad case of writer's block
Writer's block for those unaware

Is a condition that's hardly rare

Often compared to a tree that bears no fruit
A bank account with no loot
The inability to produce a thought
Ideas get stale brain cells rot

Failed attempts at concentration

I'm in a state of psychological stagnation

So whatcha gonna do

You try to write it but nothing will come to you

Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be

Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy

But now you've been caught up with writer's block
Stuck on stupid thinking about the new kid
On the block as the clock keeps ticking
Time is of essence must maintain presence

Out of sight out of mind
Still can't find the words to explain

My joy and my pain

I'm going insane like the ni**a from the shining
Everything on the line when I'm rhyming
The only way I pay rent I represent
The only way I eat I rhyme to a beat

The only way I buy clothes I rock shows
Now you can see why the problem is posed
So whatcha gonna do

You try to write it but nothing will come to you

Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be

Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy

But now you've been caught up with writer's block
It's kinda crazy when you think about it
I mean niggas get paid just to say what they think about
This that and the other it sound easy
But on the real everybody sound greasy

Talk gangsta when you really ain't one
The last gat you blasted was a paint gun
Paint fictitious pictures to get richer

When you really a b**ch I ain't mad witcha
I wish I could make people believe
That I slang keys and tote D's
But I'm sorta like a f**kin' dweeb
And that don't sell
I never been shot or been to jail

But I'm beginning to wish I had been
Just to put it down on a pad with a pen

'Cause I wanna do a ball like the rest of 'em
Be inducted in the hall with the best of 'em
But for now it's just a dream
'Cause I can't think of one f**kin' thing

So whatcha gonna do

You try to write it but nothing will come to you

Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be

Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy

But now you've been caught up with writer's block