Reg E. Gaines - I Don't Feel Like Writing lyrics

I don't feel like writing today But I'll write anyway because how else can I get good? Sitting around waiting for a poem to slap me upside my head It don't work, least not for me Guess it's like a car: you don't jump in, jet sixty miles an hour Got to warm it up, let it breathe, I mean... If you wanna make love to your woman who you haven't seen for three weeks Cuz you was in Los Angeles doing rewrites on this script you never should've done in the first place But you overextended yourself putting on a show Loaning n***as money you ain't even know Can't pay the IRS fifty grand you owe So you who*e yourself out writing coon show #75 for some big corporation Then you step through the door, smell the rice and beans and that cocoa bu*ter sh** she puts in her dreads And you grab her, start ripping off her clothes as she says "Easy, baby, take it slow" But you go berzerk Because of the frustration, all the a** kissing and booty licking which you should have been doing for her And it pisses you off and you want her so bad as the pant legs of the pajamas you bought her for Christmas are down 'round her ankles Then you bend her, flex her, finally thrust And she's not wet And you're so hard And it hurts And she screams And suddenly you realize you're nothing more than a rapist who writes Which is why I write when I don't feel like writing Because I might find out sh** about myself I never ever knew