Brother Ali - Writer's Block lyrics

if i dont get this in one take, imma quit rappin the whole song, i swear to god im supposed to be a professional i aint tryin to be one of them dudes that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good some of em are cool, but aint say nothin new runnin through a verse, just for somethin to do i wanna be the cat, that put the straw on the back of the camel and send him to the chiroprac i wanna write a line thats in your head all day songs that make you say you never felt that way like im tryin to give myself goosebumps, ok? find the truth inside me and put it on display many dedicated folks listen to me close i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes some flood the blogs, some flood the streets i dont flood nothin, im watering the seeds i walk away from emcees offerin me cheese to author a 16 and drop it on their beat and its not like money aint somethin that i need theres a business side and i wanna succeed plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed but if i sell my love, then whats left for me? sometimes i dont write a lot i know some folks call that writers block i just call it my process it comes out when its ready to, i guess i dont wanna let nobody down, so heres some new sh**, you tell me how it sounds i aint tryin to be difficult or no sh** it just hurts too bad to try and force it had a week off i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake he can make a break that make the famous do a take im hyped, imaginin the magic that well create i love my family but damn they distract me when im at home someones always yellin daddy! need to get away badly and focus but its been a couple weeks since i really wrote sh** im strugglin, up late hummin pace around the hotel, the words aint comin wrote a little somethin, throw it away, f** it have an artist freak out moment and start buggin maybe its the , my fires just lost im probably a fraud that got lucky before if i let everybody down, then whats it all for? lookin at seattle from the twenty third floor cracked the window and swung open wide nothin between me and the world outside what if i decide to lean forward and fly? they say thats the way donny hathaway died such a beautiful life ended in suicide maybe tryin to write was tearin him up inside maybe tryin to write was tearin him up inside i swear that tryin to write is tearin me up inside i bet that id regret it, the second that i did it wish that that instant i could continue livin i pushed the window closed said man, you trippin sat down on the bed and wrote this one sometimes i dont write a lot i know folks out there call that writers block i just call it my process it comes out when its ready to, i guess i dont wanna let nobody down, so heres some new sh**, you tell me how it sounds i aint tryin to be difficult or no sh** it just hurts too bad to try and force it