Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Block

It aint easy. It easy(echo)

1:
2 am /
Im at it /
this pen /
Writing another song, this one, it is a gem /
Cross my fingers, compose a jingle. this single spins /
But I barely listen to the radio, know what in /
Perhaps I follow /
but nah I know deep down /
Thats not me. Might as well be a leaf in the wind /
By THEM /
Hopefully nobody I subliminally /
But I cant relate to what they say / How much they make and /
I cant pretend / My life is /
My pockets super /
rub it in... /
Benjamins, ballin and whipping benz /
I turn the tv off / and now Im back at it /
Gripping ink pen /
Hopefully this song will connect with /
And draw in /
Is out there listening? /
whisphering /
You can really hear it, if you in /
Must be /
at the clock, its nearly 3 am /
I off only minutes later to hop up once again /
Cuz man /

The day I stop / Is the day when I catch writers /
Meantime Im chilling right here glancing at the /
My eyes are shot / I try to rest but I toss and alot /
So I get back up and NO I sleep cuz of these racing thoughts /
That I got / These I see just can not be blocked /
Too many concepts. Too ideas off the top /
Things just keep right and left, Sometimes I wish they would stop /
Hope ink pen runs out of ink as I just write and jot /

2:

Grab more notebook paper / of pens / a pack of 10 /
Lyrics just in / the time now going on 4am /
I close the window, cuz the rain now is pouring in /
As I sit back down, I begin to catch my 2nd /
A click of the pen / I start writing, but then I drop a grin /
Scratch that out. Ball that up. that in the bin /
All these ideas flowing out at once.. making sense /
My head it from all these concepts that have been trapped within /
I take a break. Click on the Oh god not again /
They saying hiphops dead / I think its just low on oxygen /
Too much politicking, hating, dissing, beefin, knockin. /
Just stop with the show shit and just drop a jam /
THE VERY YOU CAN / Yo flow. Go ham /
Cuz I I am /
I be damn, if I let a opinion box me in /
Thats what Im thinking / know why sometimes I hold it in /
Just then I up the pen sitting right next to the empty soda can /
And once /

The day I stop / Is the day when I writers block /
Meantime Im right here glancing at the clock /
My are shot / I try to rest but I toss and turn alot /
So I get back up and NO I cant sleep cuz of racing thoughts /
That I got / These visions I see can not be blocked /
Too many concepts. Too ideas off the top /
Things just coming right and left, Sometimes I wish they would stop /
this ink pen runs out of ink as I just write and jot /

3:

As I and jot / I eye the clock / Its 5am /
My body tells me to but I cant seem to drop this pen /
Too songs up top / Nonstop they just keep rolling in /
By the time, Im done / Its 9 o clock on 10 pm /
Just then my phone it rings / Its fam and friends, like you been? /
Just right at home / writing songs working on music, man /
By the tone of their voice , I can tell they dont understand /
Just I put the phone on silence / lower the lights on dim /
It to set the perfect mood, no matter the mood Im in /
I cue the music. Its so therapeutic, it sucks me in /
as I can picture the concept, like a movie, film /
I up the paper with the lyrics. Press record and vent /
I it. First attempt, cuz hell I give it 200% /
Cuz deep down I know this is more than a hobby / Its /
Soon Ill be out of predictament, Im living in /
then / Ill be documenting my life through this pen /
THE END /

The day I stop / Is the day when I writers block /
Im chilling right here glancing at the clock /
My are shot / I try to rest but I toss and turn alot /
So I get back up and NO I cant sleep cuz of these racing /
That I got / These visions I see just can not be /
Too concepts. Too many ideas off the top /
Things just keep coming right and left, I wish they would stop /
Hope this ink pen runs out of ink as I just and jot /

(Barely 2 am, Im at it again. this pen )

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