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[Witty]

To write is to breathe, approach it with delight and believe - why try?
You'll never be writing as free as when u describe what u see in ur mind's eye
When writer's block flows through your mind like a breeze
Don't try to fight the disease, just smile and write what you please
It doesn't matter if your flow is all the rage, or ur the dopest on the stage
Ur rhymes will still be potent if ur soul is on the page
Cuz right now I can't think of a story to tell, that isn't boring as hell
So I'm exploring myself, imploring this inner fortune and wealth
To come forth from its fortress, inside the torturous cell
Where sorcerers dwell fighting in hordes with vikings on horses
Setting light to the corpses of the frightening forces of night
Contorting 'em like puppets, leaving them scorched in the light
'Ur just rhyming random words!'....isn't that what we're here to do?
Doesn't matter if nobody else gets it, if it's real to you
If u get that feeling in your veins that it's real n it's insane
Yet no-one else is feeling it, deal with it, you're ill with it
As long as the feeling still remains
But what happens when it goes, does the passion then implode?
That passing Zen when you grab a pen, is fantastic,
What about when that shit then errodes?
Don't get annoyed and curse, enjoy the words
Toy with verbs, have fun until ur ready to deploy the verse
The pen isnt an extension of the arm, but an extension of the brain
When fear grows it's expression of the pain
When tears flow it's protection from the rain
An antidepressant, genie in a bottle, another home
For when ur beaten and mottled where buzzards roam
The pen and mind embrace with an intimate smile
See the mind is the mother of art, the pen her illegitimate child
Stop what you're scripting and just sit for a while
Picture the relationship, the matronship of the brain
Take a sip of that beer or a major hit of that J
Fade with it into gray, until the day just filters away
'Oh it's so cliche, he writing like a poet, so he's gay'
Yup you know it...I like cock, two of every kind...like Noah
WHAT HE SAY????
Ain't taking nothing back, ur fucking wack, and poetry?
Your mother can't get enough of that
I be quoting lines while I stuff her twat
I think I broke her spine, it crumbled...cracked
She stumbled back, now she's having muscle spasms
Gone to meet her maker but...I'll gape her butt like a fucking chasm
THE GRAND FUCKING CANYON
And next I'll have your grandmother spazzin'
When I put my hand up her
Hole so big you could fit a marching band up her
Least I won't need no man rubber...I might live in that thing
Invite my fam over and take 'em white river rafting
I'm everlasting, if writing was a bike you could ride for your life
And might never pass me, cuz when I deliver that steeze
It's like taking a wiffle bat to a little fags knees
I'm killing you pussies, if you think I'm not as skilled as you...push me
See what the King can do, I'm everything ur thinking u could be
Everything I think is intricate, don't blink you'll miss the shit
A little bit of magic mixed with the quickest wit
ARE YOU RECEIVING THE PICTURE YET? ARE YOU GETTING IT???
The simple shit is the best to write, just flows from the heart
To bless your life, it's like a potion this art
Your mind overloaded with sparks designed to explode when it's dark
Bringing rest at night.....because when your gift is free
It's easy to drift to sleep, you're seeing shit differently
You're feeling it instantly...
......you've beaten the misery.