Writer's Block Party

I'm staring at a blank page

Wanted to write a verse but my mind's in a damn cage

Trying to survive a rampage, I can't shake it

I wanted to put the words, the syllables together

Just wondering if the planet I live on will ever pull together

Been asking myself why I'm masking myself

Maybe a virus called ignorance is still harassing my health

I tried to put the pen to the paper

But the ink won't flow, the blood spill is still greater

Same actors, same narrator

I tried to zone out and get down to the rhyme writing

But got distracted when I saw the upper level crime rising

I'm talking about suits rounding up troops in military boots

Crew cuts, suit up democracy's abuse

Info wars got you all confused

Don't expect me to trust fake news about fake news

The crowds diffuse, watch your social distance when you spit your truth

Now let me get to this verse so I can hit the booth

 Caneta direta, no bloco de notas 

 I’m writing to show you what I’m fighting for 

 sometimes I might catch a sever case of writer’s block 

 writing for freedom, fighting for freedom 

Writer's Block Party, reserva meu camarote

Uns t o tomando coragem, outros t o tomando corote

Tomo vergonha na cara (sem gelo), Boto a cara no mic

Sess o de descarrego, drenando a carga da bic

Rec naquele pique, O black e a barba gigante

Tipo eremita mesmo, sem click do meu semblante

L  fora desacreditam e o inimigo de tocaia

Invis vel, Quem n o t  no meu n vel quer que eu caia

N o t  falando de flow, deixo que meu flow diga

As cigarras na carreata querendo explorar as formigas

A  que c  v  quem   que faz a grana girar

Se essa canoa virar (hmmm) saber nadar, bacana?

O mundo t  t o doente e o rem dio n o t  em an lise

A cura nos cora  es, n o no veneno do c lice

O d lar e o sangue sobem, no beco descem o sarrafo

Quando eu consigo, escrevo, quando n o, psic grafo

 Caneta direta, no bloco de notas 

 I’m writing to show you what I’m fighting for 

 Sometimes I might catch a sever case of writer’s block 

 Writing for freedom, fighting for freedom 

Chak fwa m'gon ide m' pa ka jwen krayon

Mande'm ki kote li pati, jodi Im' kind of lazy

procrastinating maybe, I’m at a lost

with words, verbs and pronouns

feeling ca m'pa ka nomenn, ki jen m'fe tombe bliye

on lot papye map dechir , gen le cervo fo'l recycler

e si son reve fo'm reveye, m'bezoin

on moun pou vim pince'm, zin zin fo'm jwen on flow

po'm ka fini verse sa, mchita la problem sa

the pressure is on, Lou did his with ease

16 bars, no pause and 15 minutes later

well I’m a line closer or at least its what I thought

and now I’m starting over ...daaaamn!

my mind is like the traffic at 6, and I’m running out of tricks

and I’m looking for a fix'

I don’t get high on likes

Turn off my phone I might, since my mind is on strike

I might go out for a hike, peace!

 The questions are really almost unanswerable

Or when you try to answer them, you find yourself

involved in another question

That’s part of the trouble of being a writer

it’s part of the trouble of being a human being

That’s part of the trouble of being a society

Because society believes in answers and doesn’t like questions 

 Caneta direta, no bloco de notas 

 I’m writing to show you what I’m fighting for 

 Sometimes I might catch a sever case of writer’s block 

 Writing for freedom, fighting for freedom