WRITER’S BLOCK? (a poem)

GIFT RAP

3/17/22

Sometimes the words don’t come, but is it Writer’s Block?

Or am I waiting for my lyrics to acquire stock?

I’m all bout spitting Truth, forget that double talk,

But I’d be lying if I said I thought my stock would drop,

If I went in the booth and spit a lot of slop,

Cause mediocre seems synonymous with Hip Hop!

Forget a lyricist, Brotha; these kids can barely talk,

Giving me Culture Shock, listening to a Laughingstock!

If I don’t finish this, is the intention lost?

Am I just wasting provocation like a niggling cough?

Or am I holding back to spare the holocaust?

An intervention with ambitions of sparing the shock,

Of hearing Truth that Hurts, but what’s a lie impart?

I’d rather gather hate from honesty right at the start,

Than ever weave deceit into a line of art,

It’s only real when the appeal you hear comes from the heart!

By: Christopher Louis Reid