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Yo, it’s been six weeks and countin' and still nothing to show
Cycle through beats but the lightbulb won’t even glow
I looked for inspiration, but imagination faded
Now every word I write fills me with jaded hatred
Like “look at all this b------- you created”
I crumple it up, light the match and leave my thoughts cremated
There. 
To a clean one, flip pages
Spit aimless and feign a slight interest in getting famous

Now I'm on the block yet again
But I met a friend who told me to forget the pen
Vendetta got me feelin' betta' than if we regret 'n mend
Take the pain that I now cherish as love, and let it blend.

But underneath it all, say he got nothing
Like girls who hide their insecurities by stuffing
They want somethin' tangible, but all he got is a vision
Pinpointed with precision, but clouded by indecision.
He likes to call it a mixed existence
But knows deep down he's barely existin' (existin'...existin')

[Stuck on the block, tryin’ my best to leave
But the harder I try, the further it fades you see?
I scrape the surface, silhouette emerges
Resist hasty urges, decide to reword it]

Back to grind the stone and rewind the poem
Prone to get so involved that the lightbulb’s bound to blow
Wish my sound would show how I looked ‘round the globe
But I know at the end of the day, I’m surrounded all alone.

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