Letter to Myself
Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 4:48 pm
I can't write to save my life, feel indicted with writers block
erased every page tonight, they say real writers can fight it off
i remember tighter drops, you feel dope when biters steal your lines
everybody feels your rhymes, it feels so surreal at times
while cops are concealing nines, my blocks also deal with crimes
when I'm recycling an exhausted rhyme, as my thoughts rewind
to old punchlines lost in time, waiting for more wack shit to cross my mind
across the mountains, the peaks and the valleys, I repeat an analogy
my finality seems to be complete, in reality I am in defeat
I sleep with cold sheets, I have no heat, plus this whole piece
isn't so deep, it's discrete, I am new vocals laced on an old beat
I can't eat, my blocks lead to more blocks, it's like a street
what shocks me the most is, I use to be a beast, Godzilla on the blocks
a killer with my drops, I only speak when my hours up, I'm like clocks
I feel like when the towers crashed, I'm powerless, my hours passed
it's not a secret, my hour glass is smashed, sands cover me, I am egypt
it's weird how your trashed to pieces, when u don't drop master pieces
I'm disrespected like master p is, I know I can't let these lame geeks
say shit in the same weak, but if my block is shot up, my brain leaks
I speak with passion, cuz I use to be dope, back when, rapping was fun
this block is hell, wish, I could go right back to the slums
when writing was hard, but it was never close to impossible
I wish my block could be cleared like an ambulance going to the hospital
it is like an obstacle, I can't get off the block, I am in debt
to this game, I earned your respect, and you have taken it the same
I am in pain, I must change, I can't when you will look at me strange
what did I gain, who can i blame, you gave me my fame, you take away the flame
I'll wait till the day, it happens to you, it's kinda great in a way
the natural cycle, hits like a train, with a toll cuz it's making you pay
as my best drops, are kept in secret and are wasting away
don't worry cuz even cool hip hop producers are never mistaken with dre
I'm fine with the outcome, I've rhymed, and been outdone, time after time
it wasn't rhyme after rhyme about guns, I never tried to out pun, Pun
my legacy was a different meaning, I was only emcee who spit with reason
it was my reason, I'm seeing, that I'm still blind seeing, my minds freeing
when you realize that its your mind freezing, and times skiing
I mean, it's leaving, I am cheating, when I'm thinking the plots deepen
my drops speaking to me, actually, I am teaching, I'm not beaten
as my thoughts weaken and my writers blocks meeting/
I treat everyone like a lost season, make them stop eating/
erased every page tonight, they say real writers can fight it off
i remember tighter drops, you feel dope when biters steal your lines
everybody feels your rhymes, it feels so surreal at times
while cops are concealing nines, my blocks also deal with crimes
when I'm recycling an exhausted rhyme, as my thoughts rewind
to old punchlines lost in time, waiting for more wack shit to cross my mind
across the mountains, the peaks and the valleys, I repeat an analogy
my finality seems to be complete, in reality I am in defeat
I sleep with cold sheets, I have no heat, plus this whole piece
isn't so deep, it's discrete, I am new vocals laced on an old beat
I can't eat, my blocks lead to more blocks, it's like a street
what shocks me the most is, I use to be a beast, Godzilla on the blocks
a killer with my drops, I only speak when my hours up, I'm like clocks
I feel like when the towers crashed, I'm powerless, my hours passed
it's not a secret, my hour glass is smashed, sands cover me, I am egypt
it's weird how your trashed to pieces, when u don't drop master pieces
I'm disrespected like master p is, I know I can't let these lame geeks
say shit in the same weak, but if my block is shot up, my brain leaks
I speak with passion, cuz I use to be dope, back when, rapping was fun
this block is hell, wish, I could go right back to the slums
when writing was hard, but it was never close to impossible
I wish my block could be cleared like an ambulance going to the hospital
it is like an obstacle, I can't get off the block, I am in debt
to this game, I earned your respect, and you have taken it the same
I am in pain, I must change, I can't when you will look at me strange
what did I gain, who can i blame, you gave me my fame, you take away the flame
I'll wait till the day, it happens to you, it's kinda great in a way
the natural cycle, hits like a train, with a toll cuz it's making you pay
as my best drops, are kept in secret and are wasting away
don't worry cuz even cool hip hop producers are never mistaken with dre
I'm fine with the outcome, I've rhymed, and been outdone, time after time
it wasn't rhyme after rhyme about guns, I never tried to out pun, Pun
my legacy was a different meaning, I was only emcee who spit with reason
it was my reason, I'm seeing, that I'm still blind seeing, my minds freeing
when you realize that its your mind freezing, and times skiing
I mean, it's leaving, I am cheating, when I'm thinking the plots deepen
my drops speaking to me, actually, I am teaching, I'm not beaten
as my thoughts weaken and my writers blocks meeting/
I treat everyone like a lost season, make them stop eating/