broken ink
Time is stopped in writers blockAnd I'm sick and tired 'causeTiming got me rhyming like any other average fuckProgress is a slow process, my pen's been agingBut the ink's dried up
Names lasts a dragonflyBeen changing mine more than fingers can supplyEvery day's a new name, was Phoenix writing battle rhymesToday I'm put together by more pieces than FrankensteinAll these aka's are running my aimsOn my 3rd year and going, then why I'm still stuck on this page?Why can't I evolve, why can't I move on to another stage?Why can't I stay satisfied with any one of my fucking names?Maybe I'm chasing personalities, maybe I'll find myselfWhen this blurred action flick turns to realityI'm lacking stamina, lost the fire plus the appetiteI guess I simply don't want to, pass the micI'm chokin'! Game's been brokenFake ass posers