Yo! I haven't been here in a minute... maybe cause I was dealing with the concept of this post... kinda long... but it's all understandable... check it!

What can I say to sustain my reputation,
creativity’s delivery sparks from mind-elevation,
but I’m facing some frustration,
over lack of comprehension...
when it comes to mathematics, I don’t get it,
meant to be all automatic when I spit it,
now fanatics don’t give credit, shit’s pathetic/
yo I’m facing devastation,
I’m so desperate for creation,
I’ll allow my mind’s cremation,
to ignite imagination…

See the object, is progress,
but I’m kicking nonsense/
everything I write is boring,
exploring with page after page,
and I’m just storming with rage,
can’t believe that I started out sage/
shit just tends to decline,
cause now very rhyme,
ain’t as good as the last fucking time,
every line... has some bumps, has some gaps,
and I’m tired of that,
what is wrong with my rap,
if I’m whack, then I’m whack,
but I’m not, that’s a fact,
I just gotta relax/
think of something,
I’m slumping, just sunk in… my sit,
and I’m sick, of not thinking of interesting shit…

Yo have you ever felt the feeling,
that you’d kill to be revealing,
all the skill conceived in lyrics/
but it cannot be done,
that’s what I’m facing here son,
it’s like my chances are gone,
and if I have’em then it’s only just one…
I got to grapple with my pen,
and we gon’ battle till the end,
till we rivals or we friends…
Cause I’m a fighter, rhyme writer,
can’t keep stuck up in the cipher,
with the pencil in my hand I pull all nighters/
see I’m racing, just chasing,
to flow amazingly, patiently waiting,
I’m still rehearsing, just nursing this style,
but haven’t pulled shit off in more than a while…


Delete the page, crumble the paper,
I’m a slave to my eraser,
shit’s become like second nature/
just edits and edits, man I’m ah dead it,
forget it, I want an end to this headache/
It’s like I’ve given all I got,
I’m off track, I’m off rap,
and I don’t know how the fuck to get back…
Blocks in every direction,
I got to head for redemption,
my rap just crumbles in sections,
not how it was at it’s initial creation/
Went from infinitive, to limited,
the shit sounds all repetitive,
started off hard, but going sensitive…

My energy getting thin,
can feel I weaken within,
but then I feel one more wind!/
it be my second, and in seconds,
I strengthen, spitting like caliber weapons/
shower the paper with lyrics,
hotter then vapor from skillets,
and I don’t care who don’t feel it...
Shit…
so now my goal’s to reinstall,
what I left at my fall,
come back and stand tall,
in front of every one of y’all…
and I promise to keep flowing,
pay homage to sick flowing,
and mange to think of something,
till six feet under within my coffin…

If you made it down here... thanx alot... Peace