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. Hope this single /
But I barely listen to the radio, dont know in /
I follow trends /
but nah I know down within /
Thats not me. Might as well be a leaf in the wind /
By following /
Hopefully nobody I subliminally /
But I relate to what they say / How much they make and spend /
I pretend / My life is grime /
My pockets super /
rub it in... /
Benjamins, and whipping your benz /
I turn the tv off / and now Im back at it /
this ink pen /
Hopefully this song will with THEM /
And draw in /
Is anybody out there /
They /
You can really it, if you listen in /
Must be /
at the clock, its nearly 3 am /
I dose off only later to hop up once again /
Cuz man /

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 up and NO I cant sleep cuz of these racing thoughts /
That I got / These visions I see can not be blocked /
Too concepts. Too many ideas off the top /
Things keep coming right and left, Sometimes I wish they would stop /
Hope this ink pen runs out of ink as I just and jot /

2:

Grab more notebook paper / Stack of pens / a of 10 /
just pouring in / the time now going on 4am /
I close the window, cuz the now is just pouring in /
As I sit back down, I to catch my 2nd wind /
A click of the pen / I start writing, but then I just drop a /
Scratch that out. Ball up. Toss that in the bin /
All these ideas flowing out at once.. making sense /
My head it spins from all these concepts that been trapped within /
I a break. Click on the radio 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 reality show and just drop a jam /
THE BEST YOU CAN / Yo flow. Go ham /
Cuz I I am /
I be damn, if I let a critics box me in /
Thats what Im thinking / Dont why sometimes I hold it in /
Just then I pick up the pen sitting right next to the soda can /
And again /

The day I / Is the day when I catch writers block /
Meantime Im chilling right glancing at the clock /
My eyes are / I try to rest but I toss and turn alot /
So I get up and NO I cant sleep cuz of these racing thoughts /
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, Sometimes I wish 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 stop but I cant seem to drop pen /
Too songs up top / Nonstop they just keep rolling in /
By the time, Im done / Its 9 o going on 10 pm /
Just then my phone it / Its fam and friends, like Where you been? /
Just right here at home / songs working on music, man /
By the of their voice , I can tell that they dont understand /
Just then I put the phone on / lower the lights on dim /
It seems to set the perfect mood, no 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 pick up the paper with the lyrics. record and vent /
I nail it. attempt, cuz hell I give it 200% /
Cuz deep down I know this is than a hobby / Its DELIVERANCE /
Ill be out of this predictament, Im living in /
Until then / Ill be documenting my life through pen /
THE END /

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

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

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