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.