Mr. Mayhem and the Prolific Dreamers

Writer's Block Featuring Prince Zayy

Sometimes

I wonder if writing poetry matters

It seems like a lot of poets write only bars

And never formulate a deep story

Causing messages to fall on deaf ears

And the audience pick and choose who they want to rock with

The lack of inspiration consumes my mind a little bit

Praying that when it's my turn to speak

I wouldn't be labeled a nuisance

Retirement in my rear view 

Soon becoming a holy marriage

Leaving hidden collections of poems inside the carriage 

I'm not jesting or poking the bears

I'm just content with no longer writing for dead audiences

I'm still great though

The stoppage of creating isn't brand new

I'd say I'm done 

Then next week I drop a fresh groove

My last relationship did a number on me

I wrote my funeral in hyperbole

And 25 farewells using similes

She destroyed every part of me 

Even parts I never knew I had

I don't think about the good times

Her infidelity still makes me mad

The therapist told me to journal

I sat in the rain

The moment I confided in a friend

Her mama said I was slandering her name

Little does she know the apple fell from the tree

Consuming her pride

If breaking my heart was a felony

She'd be guilty of committing that crime

Now I'm speaking out

The end might be coming

This ink never dries

It's in dire need of a new location to survive

I was meant to be the greatest

But not at my own demise

I wrote about my writers block

Go wipe the tears from your eyes

I'll find myself again

All I have is time. -Mayhem

The lack of inspiration

Mind going a mile a minute

It might be time to hang it up go ahead son you've had a good run put your pen down

You live by the sword you die by the sword and now it's time to be laid to rest

I don't jest I am only doing what's best for you

Don't cry because this was inevitable

You wasn't born to do this you just got lucky 

No more four leaf clovers

There's no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

No more inspiration no more creation

You can no longer tell the stories of yourself and others

You can no longer speak out so go ahead and sit down cause the end is near

Your ink well is drying up

I can tell the truth about it 

But you can't understand what this is about 

So just shut the fuck up

Put this muzzle on hurry up!

Cause you're going through writers block

And it's possible this time it won't be stopped

Lady Death is right around the corner 

And you can't run away this time

Looks like you wasn't meant to be the greatest

No correlation here 

But sorry you couldn't make it to your coronation.