Brain blocked mind stops
Unsure of when the beat should drop
Words turn, minds learn
But never seem to be getting anywhere
Can’t get past the first sentence
Not when your mind is to busy searching for penance
Just wish could get some were good
That my mind and hands could work together and be understood
So again i have my mind blocked
So wat until it’s time to make the beatdrop
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Always the worst feeling! Hopefully this will spark something.
worst case scenario ill find every way to write a poem about not knowing what to write for a poem. Though….those get pretty old fast in my opinion.