Progression
 

I halt and subside, cause my pen has no ink to write/
I take a walk from side to side, cause I aint writin for some reason 2nite/
I'm sitten here in blood and sweat tryin to write this master piece/
I am prayin that my brain will flood or get wet to unleash the beast/
I keep gettin stopped and blocked by this mental wall of no thoughts/
Even afta I dropped and rocked a bunch of bars, I am still caught/
Its a mental force field of no flaws not lettin me break out of this distrout state/
My brains a corpse of no balls, I dont have the fortitude to except this fate/
Now my jaws agape cause I have seen through the field/
I have changed the my flawed fate, I am shatterin the shield/
The ink rolls out words afta words wit the strokes of my hand/
These words are dispersed from the flow of this man/
I have broke the lyrical choke of the state of havin no rhymes/
My rhymes are straight like a spoke, thats not broke, so you cant stop this mind/
I now lay my brain to rest cause the burdens off the chest of this vet/
I have gained the respect for my ill written text, I have surpassed the state of divine, whats next/

as b4 nice drop keep postin i see u'll get sum respect from these peeps quick but at da same time lots of haters...trust me holla back good flow 8/10 peace out 1

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