It's always hard to think of what to rhyme about

Just need something to vent all my emotions out

Pen to a pad is my deadly habit

It hurts to say but I'm an addict

I feel like a prisoner inside my own home

The warden to keep me in is a microphone

Telling me to come up with something new

But I haven't got a clue

Of the words I needa spew

Lost friends, girls I loved, So what I gotta loose

Should I rhyme bout the girl that broke my heart

Should I rhyme bout the girl that made my heart drop from the start

Cause she fucking beautiful

Treats me fine which isn't usual

Actions sweep off her feet, gotta be dutiful

Should I be, talking about people in the middle east

Dying from disease

Have shrapnel kill them in the streets

Never too sure of what to talk about, maybe I I've lost it

Never too sure if I need to keep the mic or drop it

Should I give in and be like everyone else when they rhyme

Talk about hoes, gold, and the ice

But I wear clothes that hardly look nice

This pen and pad feel like a ball and chain

This was the art I used to escape my pain

Yet I'm right back where I started again

Always pushing myself to my best potential

Not saying shit just bars on an instrumental

It's cool here and there but not for every song

Thinking should I make it short, should I make it long

Should I try I sing, or should I go in strong

Should I drop the mic and work on the flow

Should I stop writing so much and take it slow

Should I actually get out and be somebody

Should I be like everyone having fun and party

But I'm pacing around asking myself these fucking questions

My head is aching and I'm heavy stressin'

Write a couple lines, crumple up the paper and trash it

Got something in me, but I just can't hack it

Haven't noticed gotta lot pain in me and this is how I mask it

Trying to write something that will give me chills

Let me try and pop a couple Adderall pills

I feel everything and my emotions come up

Even with this, I'm having trouble to sum up

Exactly whats on my mind this time

Can't think of exactly what to rhyme

Fuck it just write a couple shitty lines

Slap em together, pick a random beat

Record for hours, fuck getting something to eat

Keep recording and writing til I fall asleep

Listen what I got finished

Realize it's wack, control, alt, deleted

I'm getting pissed, I'm all off the next day

Friend come up to me, like I never seen you this way

But I mute it out, just kicking it to different beats

Hoping the words will hit me, and I'll feel the beat

Maybe I'll find the perfect words while I'm in this fucking seat

Just holding onto a pencil, staring at a blank paper

That only has two lines a couple hours later

These songs are paintings, the words are colors on my palette

Holy shit, the words are coming to me I think I have it

Writing this track not with ink, but with my soul

Finish recording the shit sounds dope

Let me show you exactly how it goes!