My DesireMature

It's basically about a songwriter gone mad with desire and writers block.

I tire to find somthing to write about

my desire has become nothing but a rhyming route

I light every word on fire to brag about

I should retire but still no one will buy me out

I'm not try'n to misfire anything on anyone

It's like I'm trying to hold out of this entire writers block

Even I have yet to find some admiration

All this frustration is causing me some hesitation

I think for the next few years I'll take a vacation

but I know I can't do that for all this judge'n in this nation

thats why I can't even have a conversation with my frikan wife

my only explanation for all my madness is that

this world can't contain my miseration.




The End

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