I wish I was still who I used to be.
 

Drugs...a chemical escape, fuck reality, medicine is great
Until it isn't...until I'm fed up and afraid
Maybe if I try again I'll get away
Grab a pen and get a page
Try to vent
Find some Zen up in this cage
But I'm too fucked up to even write a verse
My mind, it hurts
Just stare at a wall until some lines emerge
I'm primed to burst
I fight and curse
and blah blah blah...insert generic bullshit
'But you're that dude Wit'
Yeah, that dude that talks but doesn't ever do shit
I don't make shit....except excuses
Then I remember back...when I severed dudes
My shit was clever, cool, competition didn't exist
I murdered everyone...no hesitation killing these kids
I wrote stories, my imagination ran on overtime
Now I'm older, I'm, colder...frozen...
..my flows have died.

: )

was neat

You had some dope lines
Your verses always tight

I dug this man. U should write more dude. Enjoying your pen

Hey Mikey...He likes it.

ouch.
simple. to the point. seems legit.
sad.
haha, hope you come back homie. get inspired

Wise Ways > CrookedWays imo.

Nice piece. Lines emerge section was the best. Post more things.

is wise ways crooked ways??

i wish i could not put myself in your exact place reading this. honestly it's healthy to acknowledge that you've changed cause that is obviously the only constant - if you feel worthless or empty when you're not creating, well, then theres one answer.

also yo, you created a child. nothing to feel bad about - its been a wild couple years for ya man.

knock on wood you still have a writing voice, a talent, and an audience. clearly.

thanks.

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no.

this was cool, witty.

Whats good Witt? So I kind of have a direct relation to this piece. I've been writing for shit, 14-15 years and awhile back, here and there, I have felt this exact same way. I started off as an awful writer, wound up elevating to being the best on sites in the early 2000s. Went to audio and did that movement for a little and then one day, nothing. It stopped, no motivation, no ideas, it's like one day I drank the last drop and didn't know that I did. Only recently, the last 2 years or so, I've essentially reinvented myself. Which, maybe, seems to be your struggle. Instead of pulling from now, and being okay with that, you're relying on the past with your glory. I enjoyed the tone and the delivery of this man. It's a marathon, not a race. As much as we live in a world of instant gratification, not everything can be so.

You have flow for days my nigga...read this over Em's 'Til I Collapse', & chea! shit worked lol...

Stay ill bro.

illness.

i definitely see shades of Zen here (which is def not a bad thing.)

from the Hemingway'esque terse to the pathos that ruminate beneath he surface, everything came together nicely.

I can relate to this too man. Sometimes when you TRY to write or want to write..it isn't always easy. I used to be able to write whenever just because of my mindset..having a lot less responsibilities and being more fare free. Life drug a lot of that shit out of me. Now I've only written a few over the last couple of YEARS. When I TRY to write or even WANT to write...it doesn't seem right or I just hit a wall. I only write when I HAVE to write or something just hits me out of nowhere. This was a good piece though bc it's relatable to me.

sucked no thx