Writers Block (Life is Hard)
Lil somethin I wrote and recorded at 4 in the morning
lyricist
hey it's the horny hypocrite CrAcKa-JaCk
here's a few tracks, enjoy
Story behind the song
I just needed to vent a lil bit, and the beat moved me
Lyrics
In in my chair pullin, tuggin my hair,
Mind is blank, my pad get's a blank stare,
It's not fair, a genius shouldnt be left in the cold sleeveless,
Writer's block creepin an looks like it'll stop decievin,
It aint leavin, stealin my soul like a demon whose heart is cold,
Feels like this will be wit me til I'm old,
But you cant stop, I've been told, you cant give up,
I cant give up, or I'd be fucked like Fudd chasin that rascally rabbit bugs,
Goin till I'm catchin slugs, I dont mean the ones in ya garden,
I mean the ones that you catch that make ya pupils largen and dialate,
And then shrink as you gasps ya last breaths as ya lungs deflate,
From all the hate, packed in a 12 gauge case-ing,
You want it to stop but ya mind keeps racin,
You wanna get up an pace-n you realize you cant,
Cuz you dead from the waist down and got blood all ova ya pants,
You lost ya chance to dance wit da best of the best,
Now ya swimmin wit da fishes juss like the rest....the rest,
Life's a test, you either pass it or you fail, not knowin which one,
But you can't leave wit ya legs squeezin ya tail son.
