Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Writer's Block, artist - eLZhi. Album song Witness My Growth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Record label: GLOW365LLC
Song language: English
Writer's Block |
I seen the error in your ways |
I can never correct the way you wrote your life |
And how you word your actions |
You never looked them over twice |
You just jot 'em down and wouldn’t give 'em any thought |
Over paper you crossed a line, wasn’t pretty smart |
Your whole attitude was way past the margin |
Trying to pass in the eyes of niggas who had no class |
Skipping on school and that experience was teaching |
'Til they trapped behind bars looking serious when thinking |
Trying to pinpoint where they went wrong, reciting the same old song |
It seems like you writing just like him |
And you feeling like an artist drawing blanks within my brain waves |
To put it in black black and white, we wasn’t on the same page |
Wish I could have steered your hands in the right direction |
But you went out like the darkest ink writing in light complexion |
Still, I could adjust the actions that you’ve given me to read |
But my life holds literature that’s not easily agreed |
Whether right or wrong |
Both feet trailing ink moving right along |
I’m trying to live it like a lyric that ignite a song |
You live your life on the line, I just keep writing on |
If you step on any writer’s block, you may end up behind enemy lines |
Niggas got rap sheets long as my trinity rhyme |
Don a sling lead with your name on it, it was written |
Dropping hooks 'til the cocaine on us, to give 'em rhythm |
Some drink and smoke, a mind full of blackness makes a bold face |
But a past written too dark to erase still hold trace |
And stays there like our graffiti on them liquor stores |
Yosam blasts (?) name tag in the upper left corner |
Police they got these blocks down to a letter |
But guns that help you bare your soul like sitting down to a letter |
Elders (?) in this world is predominately white |
And it interests me that they never left the hood like they black as parentheses |
John Hancock’s a weapon, be careful as he’s printed |
Because he can push your wig (?) back like a paragraph’s indented |