I Must Write

I woke up one morning with a pen by the head rest - Then write down my dreams while I'm smelling the breakfast - My brother Jibri is up setting his headset - My mother yelling down the stairs, "hey have you left yet?" - I go back to the room and pick up my notepad - And close that page where I wrote about my broke dad - It was a poem after that page 4 raps - Got 60 sheets left in 10 days won't hold smack - Everyday I write I couldn't in the past - Back then the master would've put a woopin' on my back - Cooking up a rap driving while I'm looking through this glass - When I do my track I have to put them on the map - And so I live like tomorrow's my dying day - I know if I succeed mirrors holding my crying face - I must write and put my life on a line a day - And if I have no pens I'll write in blood, I'll find a way - I need to write about Martin Luther King's dreams - Born prophet turned preacher teaching real things - I need to write about the Black Panther Party - And what that black glove meant and how it got started - I need to write about how valuable hip hop is - No matter if I die right now it's not stopping - I need to write about my life and my hard times - Scarred minds will soon see the light, provail from hard grinding - I must write about Bush and the government - And how these soldiers are dying and these weapons aren't discovered - I need a pen so I can write about my lover - And how she's my best friend and how much I love her - I wanna write about women and more - But I know I won't see it at the end of the road - I need a deal but I won't write about that - And when I'm done I'll recite and come back, and write again -