I don’t have writer’s block My first style was all rhyme No meta, phors added floors but is my flow betta? Dueces respond on forums amid Amidst got me pissed Why I drop and get dissed? Nobody feels this Like a chapped lip kiss Nobody wants this Writer’s block D-block, flow locked Dreds, nappy and stenched But natural, armadale Pour onto audience galore I need more Therefore I go back to essence Of my flow, where girls are… And men are labeled as…. Go figure…. Street science Karoake Mic Computer instrumentals No pencil No pen No pad No pape Just beat to rape Sweepstake Stick to Mental Type hype Baby wipe Who’s right? Many don’t like What..Recite? I lost focus, are myf lows too personal to respond Or do I fast on my peers and go without reading scribes like Ramadan Maybe, flows too shallow, deeper subjects Say something nobody feels but me That’s it, nobody knows me This isn’t poetry This is just words pasted on a background Nobody wants this Writer’s block D-block, flow locked Dreds, nappy and stenched But natural, armadale Pour onto audience galore I need more Therefore, I stop rhyming I’m a emcee at heart Stop rhyming to beats, maybe my prose is wrong Every flow don’t gotta be song Maybe I’m too east or down south Maybe if I flowed with a grill Took off my chain, maybe they’ll except me I have feasible respect I keep writing, what I write Late night, lonely Origin of plight The light, how can I be a pillar If I get published am I still a affirm act Would anyone cop it, only sell like 20 g’s Pondering if they don’t feel me Who am I trying to please?