[Intro: Charles Bukowski]

If it doesn't come bursting out of you, in spite of everything;

Don't do it

As it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and mouth and your gut;

Don't do it

If you have to sit up for hours, staring at your computer screen

Or hunched over a typewriter, searching for words;

Don't do it

If you're doing it for money or fame

Don't do it

If you're doing it because you want women in your bed;

Don't do it

[Verse 1: Rez Proph]

Yeah, ah, yeah!

Too afraid to let my light shine

And eyi'time I wake up and do nothin about it

I'm left with fewer days to let my bright mind (King)

Do it's thing and spew a page about my lifetime (True)

I knew a thing or 2 or 8 about the right rhyme (Shook)

Took the pen and drew a great without the right grind (Look)

Behind the music, grew of age and had to buy time (slime)

They askin "Where the album?", I ain't in my right mind (I'm)

Steady battling some demons - they ain't tryna chill

For real, I'm dealing with emotions I ain't really tryna feel

On top of that, niggas acting like I'm kinda ill

Like my penning ain't more than a minor thrill

Alive, and 9 to 5in daily puttin pen to paper still

I'm who I am homie couldn't (inaudible)

Yeah, too introverted for the spotlight

Apologetic out here actin like I'm not tight

[Talking: Charles Bukowski]

If you have to wait for it to roar out of you

Then wait, patiently. If it never does roar out of you

Do something else

If you first have to read it for your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all

You're not ready

[Verse 1: Rez Proph]

Yeah, they question my great

But know not what to do with the answers

I'm not to be compared with niggas delusions of grandeur

I got to keep the chair/throne came through with the anchor's

I'm properly prepared - clothes? same Hue as a Panther

Black superhero, my aim grew with the chancers

Back when being hip hop was ain't cool with the chancellors

Now they study these verses so paint you on the canvas

And tell your story, there's one you on the planet

So, Pieces of me want recognition but won't do the fame

And word to Black a bad hand don't lose the game

Uhm, just play the cards you was dealt well

I keep the faith and pray to God like I've felt hell

I've reached a place you say you are when you've dealt well

With facing who you really are and trying self-help

So I been low-key so solo

Please no photo's, I don't need those

Bro, bro, I'm good

[Talking: Charles Bukowski]

Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket

Unless, being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder; Don't do it

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut

Don't do it

When it is truly time, if you have been chosen

It will do it by itself, and then it will keep on doing it until you die

Or it dies in you

There is ... no other way, and there never was