Writer’s Block - Intellectual

[Verse 1:]

Four years, I'm still going strong

Pouring out all my emotions into every song

Always in the studio, cuz that’s where I belong

And I'm learning new things as I go along

Prolly wouldn't know what’s going on up in my brain

Writing about the truth, and that's never gonna change

Making music for the ones who say they feel the same

Making music for the ones that say they can relate

Pouring my emotions into all of these verses

But lately I feel like my mind just short circuits

Probably my anxiety, making me feel nervous

I can't even fucking think and I'm really just feeling wordless

I'm struggling with the pen, fuck this writer's block

Tryna write this shit, stuck in silent thought

I can't never quit, that's what I was taught

Fucking strike me down, like a lightning rod

I gotta surge, here I go again, another verse

Writing shit down and connecting all the words

Thinking of the things that nobody’s ever heard

Do it all again and then put it in reverse

Tryna make this shit good, and I’m fucking under pressure

I ain't tryna fit the wave of always writing about depression

I just wanna write the truth and I just wanna be expressive

But they compare me to these niggas who aren’t even that impressive

Money, bitches, drugs, thats the common theme

They use simple rhymes, and they all are weak

They a flock of sheep, that can't follow me

They ain't got no skill, got no quality

Ain't no one like me and I know it

I flow like a rapper, but speak like a poet

Like Eminem said in 8 Mile, he spoke this

Got one opportunity, and I can’t blow it