Can't seem to focus, thoughts of life closing in on me. Constipated feeling like what I wanna say, won't be relevant to the next man. My mind is cloudy my life is rowdy, and crazy, not knowing how to release. Need a laxative to relieve this pressure. Cause everyday, I'm stressing with no way of slowing down. Old lady try to help me cope, but can't understand how I'm feeling like giving up, but can't. O Lord, it's been a minute since I picked up the pen, to write a verse. In my dreams, I'm writing up rhymes, like prayers wishing you'll give me that release, cause I'm constipated unable to spit the verses, you give to me daily."
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