I think my imagination's finally run out
It's like the lightning in the bottle's finally run out
I can't find anything to rap about
So I'm rapping about
My writer's block
I even walked around the block
Looking for words that weren't there
Trying to make some words out of thin air
But I couldn't even make the lyrics golden
And so the paper gets folded
And locked in a drawer
So I don't have to look at it anymore
So I try to clear my mind
And hope that I can find
Some way to connect a couple of bars
From rapping about shooting stars
And how I've lied all my life and crap
So I'm here to tell you that
Si usted sufre
Bloqueo de escritor
Deje que su mente se abre
Si usted sufre
Bloqueo de escritor
Deje que su mente se abre
Let your mind open up
Watch everyone try to catch up
To the gold you just struck (gold you just struck)
Yeah, so now that you've finally struck gold
You better hold
Onto it
And use every last ounce of it
And you better hope
That you don't squander it
Till the next time you start conjurin'
You can only hold on
For so long
To something worth so much
Until it becomes worthless
Soon all those lyrics that had so much
Potential vanish to nonexistence
And you keep acting like they're something
When in fact they're nothing
But you still haven't caught up to reality
Cause you're still stuck in your fantasy
Where you're imagining
That you're a legend that can't be unseen
And can't be beat
Then you wake up feeling defeat
Looking for words that aren't there
And your imagination's vanished into thin air
Si usted sufre
Bloqueo de escritor
Deje que su mente se abre
Si usted sufre
Bloqueo de escritor
Deje que su mente se abre
Let your mind open up
Watch everyone try to catch up
To the gold you just struck (gold you just struck)