my troubled wits are disguised by a subtle grin
its devilish, as i rub my chin where the stubble is
my knuckles split,
when drugs produce-that utter excitment
cus i always carry two bags..but thier under my eye lids
when i try to hide it, my emotions are shown vibrant
the commotion that's enclosed will overthrow tyrannts
heads spins like a siren,
after my balance is lost and i fall down
scatter to grab my talented thoughts as they crawl out
grasp ideas til my hands are damged and break up
draw 'em out fast with a canvas and paint brush
i need to wake up and, respect my logical best work,
is only a spec of sand that makes up the topical desert
forever my brain contains, painful stains that became faded
while i sat in the rain, they washed away as i waited
so plain & blatent,
i collapsed the trash the paragraphs were entrapped with
graphed a plan, and added images that were graphic
dont know what happened, with my thoughtful entire plot
but i just started rappin', cus i toppled my writers block !