This is a song about "Awaiting de classification blocked"

Like me when my writing is blocked

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Blocked by the mainstream, i feel i'm restrained and chained,

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Awaiting the moment i can own it and just take it

I feel alone awaiting the day

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

All these people's voices are blocked from my ear canals

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

You hugged her, you fucked her and 'blocked' it

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could