Writers Block
I got to unlock my thoughts and trick this clock to get my tik to tok ,
Too pissed to talk, bout to stick a rod in a faulty wall socket,
To go shock my top till it falls off and bobs it, all I got is blocks,
When I write its all vomit,
I've lost it, i'll drop this pen, grab a gloc and cock it,
No mom I won't drop it,
Where will I go if god was just a false prophet, a comic,
So I'll take the wood of the cross and knock it, a deposit
I'm oh so twisted all my lines have become knotted.
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