Writer's Block

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Good morning world i'm that nigga
Same spot flippa
Different quota itchin
Just trying to make us richer
I spill blood for my niggas
But don't you doubt they hittas
Different mode switching
Just trying to go the distance
Thats persistence
What I live for
Blog all my info
All that talk aint necessary
That will surely dissolve
Give me reason not to ease off
Man I hate you bastards be gone
I was in the hood for too long
That's probably the reason my mood gone
They high anticipate all my shit
Grades A on like all my shit
Made a way but less fortunate
Like King Palm put a husk in it
Then open your minds
Open your ears pull back the blinds
That is encouragement
I'll take the world and devirginate
Tweaking i'm mixing herbs and shit
I got to fixing my words a bit
Now i'm aligned with Gods intent
I'm off the bench
I work the wrench
I got a hintch
You off the ledge
Boy look at fame when you purchase it
I can name ten who deserving it
The flourishment
Then burdens lift
New birth certif
And maybe i'm never that person
I'll follow my gut and discernment the
Rest of my lives in the clouds now
And this what remained on the surface
A genius like Banks
With no creative space
I feel trapped in this place
Nothing can captivate me
So wont you save me
Because my life is on the line
And i'm dying over time
And a man with none to loose
Its just bad for me and you
I can hardly represent myself
But dont you morn my death
Said I can hardly represent myself
Maybe this is all I am
I am I say
I got different things on my mind now
Trying to figure my life out
I can spread my wings
If my wrists weren't so tied down
Excuses lead me nowhere
Tread on land that they don't dare
How I switch my shoes
Then y'all touch down in my old pair
Oh look at em now
In touch with the sound
Nigga who backing em
I said f*ck all of the doubt
And praying to clouds
Lately he answering
This shit electric on pen pad
I took the measures you dead man
See I'm more like Method or Redman
I'll fog up the whip with some headband
Aye I cant see nothing at all
Maybe my worries are gone
Then whys my chest sunk in
Why am I eager to kill em my God
With A quality
like Q
But no creative room
I feel locked in this tomb
Maybe this shit consumed me
So wont you save me
Because my life is on the line
And i'm dying over time
And a man with none to loose
Its just bad for me and you
I can hardly represent myself
But dont you morn my death
Said I can hardly represent myself
Maybe this is all I am
I am I say

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