Curse of the poet

where was I going with this

shit man I forgot

I been struggling overcome this writers block

I had due dates for tape I'm loosing sight of em

My demons multiplying lack the strength to fight em off

I'm addicted to the grind now my mind is taking toll

don't know if I hit my goals before I Find im gettin old

I took the hand I was dealt And I bluffede my way up some levels

Now I'm all in at the table and now it's way too late to fold

been learning the difference between my fan and my friends

trying to get Ethan and Ego riding tandem again

hand me the pen thats my weapon as i stand in defense

feeling caged as I stare at the fence

I could make a killing if I lived in the zoo

people pay to catch a view of me doing what I do

morning to noon its nothing new to me but it's amusing to you

it's true It's hard not to watch someone that has something to prove

I been living in denial thinking this would be a breeze

but I catch a second wind so don't ever front on me

check the the forecast I wanna make it rain

I can't afford that

my wallet in a drought sorta like California

to most of you that whether scheme will go unnoticed

I fall too deep into my craft thats the curse of the poet

lately I been loosing my focus leaving bars unspoken

But I still blush everytime one of my bars gets quoted

they say careful not to dig yourself into a hole

Fuck it i'm digging deeper planting roots and leaving room to grow

never back petal always working till I break

these rappers photosynthetic I'm out to prove that they fake

but i don't know if i'm real

got a DM from the devil and it said lets make a deal

I'll buy you a new whip but you won't sit behind the wheel

riding shotgun stop son before you taste the steel

 

Man i been feelin like im cursed

Reverse it by recitin all of my words

Guess ill go and get it when the time works

Far better place than tonight

Never did I never did never did i change my mind

Even if I waste my time

Man for better or worse

Ima work till it hurts

I stay composing symphonies

 

 

tryna hold my shit together but I'm running out of hands

my finger tip begin to slip rethinking who i am

acting like I have a plan but the plans real vague

Just rap until they crack and put yo ass on stage

But i'm so impatient and waiting is not a strong suit

running out of gas need new ways to make the car move

get it to the shop and then drive it until it stops

then I get out and I walk until I make it to the top

mother fucka count my steps you can guess who gone be next

finna put the game in chains then wear it around my neck

and yeah I know thats big talk from a young dude

but I had some big obstacles to run through

souls worn out but not the one in my shoe

Pick up all my discretion and leave it all out the booth

I wont comply with predictions

see im comprising my vission

I had a whole lot of doubt

cause when my heads in the clouds its really more like a fog

I drilled this pen into my

hand my way of staying involved

don't take it personally lately I been forwarding calls

I feel so free that I'm caged

i hope that yall entertained

I hope then i drop this make im leaving everyone amazed

and if the day come that I change and I turn a new page

I wan't somebody from my past take me to andover days

it don't go the way you want it

and all this baggage I own it

but still I'm staying devoted

and thats the curse of the poet