Writer's Block

One out of every two people that see me
In the street ask me about my CD
What style will I create
And what's the delay on the release date
I hate to tell ya'll the cold cold truth
I'm a old ni**a in the vocal booth
Coulda been a legend like Big and Pac
But I caught a bad case of writer's block
Writer's block for those unaware
Is a condition that's hardly rare
Often compared to a tree that bears no fruit
A bank account with no loot
The inability to produce a thought
Ideas get stale brain cells rot
Failed attempts at concentration
I'm in a state of psychological stagnation
So whatcha gonna do
You try to write it but nothing will come to you
Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be
Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy
But now you've been caught up with writer's block
Stuck on stupid thinking about the new kid
On the block as the clock keeps ticking
Time is of essence must maintain presence
Out of sight out of mind
Still can't find the words to explain
My joy and my pain
I'm going insane like the ni**a from the shining
Everything on the line when I'm rhyming
The only way I pay rent I represent
The only way I eat I rhyme to a beat
The only way I buy clothes I rock shows
Now you can see why the problem is posed
So whatcha gonna do
You try to write it but nothing will come to you
Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be
Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy
But now you've been caught up with writer's block
It's kinda crazy when you think about it
I mean niggas get paid just to say what they think about
This that and the other it sound easy
But on the real everybody sound greasy
Talk gangsta when you really ain't one
The last gat you blasted was a paint gun
Paint fictitious pictures to get richer
When you really a b**ch I ain't mad witcha
I wish I could make people believe
That I slang keys and tote D's
But I'm sorta like a f**kin' dweeb
And that don't sell
I never been shot or been to jail
But I'm beginning to wish I had been
Just to put it down on a pad with a pen
'Cause I wanna do a ball like the rest of 'em
Be inducted in the hall with the best of 'em
But for now it's just a dream
'Cause I can't think of one f**kin' thing
So whatcha gonna do
You try to write it but nothing will come to you
Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be
Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy
But now you've been caught up with writer's block