Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Block

It aint easy. It easy(echo)

1:
2 am /
Im at it /
Gripping pen /
Writing song, hopefully this one, it is a gem /
my fingers, compose a jingle. Hope this single spins /
But I barely to the radio, dont know what in /
Perhaps I trends /
but nah I know down within /
not me. Might as well be a leaf blowing in the wind /
By following /
nobody I subliminally offend /
But I cant relate to what they say / How they make and spend /
I cant / My life is grime /
My super thin /
rub it in... /
Benjamins, ballin and whipping your /
I turn the tv off / and now Im back at it /
Gripping ink pen /
Hopefully this song connect with THEM /
And them in /
Is out there listening? /
whisphering /
You can really it, if you listen in /
be tripping /
Look at the clock, its 3 am /
I off only minutes later to hop up once again /
Cuz man /

The day I stop / Is the day when I writers block /
Meantime Im chilling right 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 sleep cuz of these racing /
That I got / These visions I see just can not be /
Too many concepts. Too ideas off the top /
just keep coming 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 pouring 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 writing, but then I just drop a grin /
Scratch that out. Ball that up. Toss in the bin /
All these ideas flowing out at once.. Nothings sense /
My it spins from all these concepts that have been trapped within /
I take a break. Click on the Oh god not again /
They keep saying hiphops dead / I its just low on oxygen /
Too much politicking, hating, dissing, beefin, knockin. /
Just stop with the reality show 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 /
what Im thinking / Dont know why sometimes I hold it in /
Just then I pick up the pen sitting next to the empty soda can /
And again /

The day I / Is the day when I catch writers block /
Meantime Im right here glancing at the clock /
My eyes are shot / I try to rest but I toss and alot /
So I get back up and NO I cant sleep cuz of these thoughts /
That I got / These visions I see just can not be /
Too many concepts. Too ideas off the top /
just keep coming right and left, Sometimes I wish they would stop /
Hope 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 many 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 at home / writing songs working on music, man /
By the tone of their voice , I can that they dont understand /
then I put the phone on silence / 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 /
Soon as I can picture the concept, like a movie, /
I pick up the paper the lyrics. Press record and vent /
I nail it. First attempt, cuz hell I give it /
Cuz down I know this is more than a hobby / Its DELIVERANCE /
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 /
Meantime Im chilling right here at the clock /
My eyes are shot / I try to rest but I and turn alot /
So I get back up and NO I cant cuz of these racing thoughts /
That I got / These visions I see just can not be /
Too many concepts. Too ideas off the top /
just keep coming right and left, Sometimes I wish they would stop /
Hope ink pen runs out of ink as I just write and jot /

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

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