Writer's Blues

[Verse 1: Underbosses] Underboss, take a trip to where you can't see And control the scenes with the puppet strings invisible I seen dreams shattering the shars Laid a trick that could part where the hearts are all edibals I press hard, fall into the trap doors Really wasn't asking for more than exceptance In the presence of exception over collective human beings Being talented is simply not enough, you gotta mean it Since I want this, it feels like it chose me I owe it to myself to keep pressing on (pressing on) Stressing on the piddle why the riddle was constructed Down the hustle like a '79 And you was dancin' up on good times (good times) A pocket full of good rhymes To help you through the hard moments of your life (your life) [Hook] It's just the way that I write (write) After all whats most important if its something I like (I like) It's just the way that we write (write) After all whats most important if its something we like (we like) It's just the way that we write (write) After all whats most important if its something we like (we like) It's just the way that we write (write) After all whats most important if it's something you like (you like) It's just the way that we write (write) After all it's most important [Verse 2: Murs] Man I love hip hop some say I take it too serious But rappers being fake always makes me so furious, mysteriously mad They say I need a shrink but I think I'mma stick to my pen and my pad My only therapist - my life and I'm sharing it with ya'll Hoping they can stop you from tearing down them walls cos I'm going through it too Expose it in our tracks and I'm showing it to you So we can break it down and benefit, analyse the blemishes Skip the cigarettes cos that nicoteens a stimulate It don't calm you down And alcohols a lion At the bottom of the bottles where your problems always found If I'm sober then I'm down in a slump, batting zero Melencholy mother fucker not too happy or too cheerful Sessions of depression got me stressing something awful My family and friends and that smile said its soulful But it really don't help, the enemies in the mirror And I can't face myself, I pray for help But these drugs ain't working, I just don't know shit Thats the only thing thats certain Feel like I'm about to die when my chest starts hurtin' And I'm thinking that its hurtin' Cause the Zanics they prescribe don't help control my vibe I'mma live hip hop 'til the day that I die Cause making good music's all that keeps me alive uh [Hook]