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”Sir, what if the writer is attempting to create a story
Where nothing much happens
Where people don’t change
They don't have any epiphanys
They struggle and are frustrated and nothing is resolved
More reflection of the real world”

“The real world?”

“Yes sir”

“The real fucking world?
Nothing happens in the world?
Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Frustrated
Brain vacant
Got a lot of thoughts with no placement
Got a lot of flows with no braces
Got writer's block i can’t face it

I got words and they all need rhymes
So sick of all the same lines
Been dead in my head like a billion times
But fuck it, it gets 'em online so

Who am i to complain
I got people out knowing my name
I get dms from fans who wanna explain
That my lyrics are helping them battle their pain

Like woah
Im happy to help
Happy to foster escaping a hell

Honestly though i don’t know who to tell
That I’ll never be anything proud of myself

Bottle it up
Cast it away
Drowning my demons that dont wanna play

Im feeling stuck and i don’t wanna stay
Loop it so much that I'd rather not say

Murder synapses when i wanna write
And i wanna write about like every night

Unmotivation, I’m trying to fight
I laugh at this shit 'til i break out of sight
I’ve been holding me back now
Fading away into the background

Banking on finishing tracks now
But all that i do is rack sounds

I rack em up
And i let em rot
All of these pages with all of my thoughts
All of these lyrics i wish i forgot
I scribble em out but they all that i got

Cause i feel pathetic and it’s getting harder
Terrified i been becoming a martyr
Opening up in the syllables bartered
And saving myself from the art of a slaughter

Yeah i seen the sun and the rain
It's starting to look all the same

But i’d trade it all
The fear of the fame
For anger i felt with no name to my pain

Cause at least i could feel
Something inside me to prove that im real
Now i'm regretting the cards that i deal
And metaphors failing to numb the reveal

Confessions fill notes in my phone
But none of them feed me a flow
I just don't know where to go
So i hit the road i bemoan, alone

Hit the road
I dont think i’ll ever go back
All this fog's getting to me
I don't know that
I'll feel your flame again
I think i'm one step closer to the end

Hit the road
I dont think i’ll ever go back
All this fog's getting to me
I don't know that
I'll feel your flame again
I think i'm one step closer to the end