Brother Ali - Writer's Block lyrics

I ain't trying to be one of them dudes
That make hundreds of new songs and
None of them are good
Some of them are cool but
Ain't saying nothing new
Running through a verse just
For something to do
I wanna be the cat that put
The straw on the back
Of the camel and send him to the chiroprac
I wanna write a line that's
In your head all day
Songs that make you say you
Never felt that way look I'm trying to give
Myself goosebumps okay?
Find the truth inside me and
Put it on display
Many dedicated folks, listen to me close
I open my inner soul and slip it in my quotes
Some flood the blogs, some flood the streets
I don't flood nothing I'm watering the seeds
I walk away from MCs offering me cheese
To author a 16 and drop it on the beat
And it's not like money ain't
Something that I need
There's a business side and I wanna succeed
Plus I gotta wife and a couple kids to feed
But, if I sell my love
Then whats left for me?

Sometimes I don't write a lot
I know some folks call that writers block
I just call it my process
It comes out when it's ready to I guess
I don't wanna let nobody down so
Here's some new shit you tell
Me how it sounds
I ain't trying to be difficult or no shit
It just hurts too bad to try to force it

Had a week off and a short tour break
I flew out to Seattle to
Go and build with Jake
He give me the breaks that
The famous dude would take
I'm hyped, imagining the magic we'll create
I love my family, but damn, they distract me
When I'm at home someones
Always yelling "daddy!"
Need to get away badly and focus
But, it's been a couple weeks
Since I really wrote shit i'm strugglin'
Up late hummin'
Pace around the hotel the words ain't comin'
Wrote a little something threw
It away "fuck it!"
Have an artist freak out moment start buggin'
Maybe it's a wash, my fire's just lost
I'm probably a fraud that got lucky before
If I let everybody down what's it all for?
Looking at Seattle from the 23rd floor
Crack the window it swung open wide
Nothing between me and the world outside
What if I decide to lean forward and fly
They say that's the way Donny Hathaway died
Such a beautiful life ended in suicide
Maybe trying to write was
Tearing him up inside
Maybe trying to write was
Tearing him up inside
I swear that trying to write
Was tearing me up inside
I bet that I'd regret it
The second that I did it
Wishing that instant that I
Could continue living
I pushed the window closed
Said "man you trippin"
Sat down on the bed and wrote this one

Sometimes I don't write a lot
I know some folks out there
Call that writers block
I just call it my process
It comes out when it's ready to I guess
I don't wanna let nobody down so
Here's some new shit you tell
Me how it sounds
I ain't trying to be difficult or no shit
It just hurts too bad for me to force it