yo yo yo

This pen has been grafted to my hand/
My metaphors to yours is like a truck to a sedan/
illiterate written or even written illliterate/
a wrist that cant seem to quit/
i spit till your sick of it/
sick till you spit on it/
then i go back and read all it/
and im confused to till i shit on it/
my rhymes arent good at all/
how can i hit writers block if i cant get to the wall/
im always stuck in a stall/
basic vocabulary puts me in a hault/
ill end up deleting it all/

my best friend is always showin me the rhymes hes written/
there good to the point till im like fuck it im quitten/
i dont need your pity dawg just tell me i should stop spittin/
cuz all my shit is erased then rewritten/
i never know when to start a new bar/
or what to rhyme with next, its usually as simple as 'car'/
shit i dont have any flow, my flow is runnin from me/
knowing it will be embarrased when i expose it to thee/
please dont show sympathy/ or even give me pity/
cuz yall shouldnt expect anything from me/
cuz im just a guy who plays world class tennis/
so i dont expect any uppins after youve read this/
nick this is for you man, ive givin you props/
on how you drop this shit always comin off hot/
im stumped....