• I can't rap
    I can't write
    Even now I barely type
    The words don't come out
    I'm choking on a wall of nothingness right now
    Someone please, god, please tell me how
    To get out, of this writers block
    I'm in shock
    Nothing to sing about
    Just sit and stare at a clock
    As the hours and the minutes and the seconds go by
    The alarm keeps me up at night
    A ring for every lie to myself
    Take your time with yourself
    I'll be here for a couple more years
    And I'm tired of just giving into my fears
    Time to shift gears and rhyme my way into the clear
    I know I'm average, I'm not great
    Barely anybody reads my stuff but thats ok
    It's just another day, walk by the same people and don't even say hey
    I feel like I'm losing myself to an invisable system
    I don't trust anyone but my heart is with them
    Look at a crowd and pick someone out
    It's not a crowd anymore, it's an individual
    The change is gradual
    I feel like I'll always be part of the crowd, forever casual