Trendan. - Writer's block.

{Chorus}
What a day, at the park
What a day, at the park
What a day, at the park
What a day, at the pa -

{Verse}
Uh, yeah
I've been pretty selfish as of late
Look in the mirror everyday, expecting to
Be great
I struggle to maintain my sanity in the midst
Of calamity
Slowly losin' my humanity, just tryna escape
Instead i embrace my gift to create
Spillin' my pen skill on the page
Pay a penny for my thoughts, but what’s the cost of fame?
Tryna innovate the world but what’s the cost of change?
Holdin' the weight - on my shoulders, i been through heaven and hell
I don't mean bein' broke when i say i can’t afford to fail
I prevail, fuck the stakes, i gaze into my future
Dazed dreams of bein' the king like martin luther
I just want freedom, is that too much to ask for?
Since a kid i’ve always loved rap, had a knack
For it
Fast forward, life in the fast lane turned to a
Crash course
Niggas mad at me for not takin' advice i ain’t
Ask for
But fuck em', i got some other shit to speak on -
Homie, i ain’t the nigga u should sleep on -
Know me? i visit hell more than satan himself
That’s why i never talk to niggas, and i stay to myself
I never said i was perfect, but i know that i'm worth it
I never said i was selfish, but i know what my worth is
Maybe i don’t deserve this
Feels like i been working for years, yet i’m still learning
Can’t turn back on the road to riches, but bridges still burning
Damn, i keep my head up, i already been thru it all
But expectations change once you get feelings involved
Unsolved problems turn to lessons and flaws
Now i’m starved with hunger to keep cookin' this food 4 thought
Yeah, writer’s block...
Shit...

{Chorus}
What a day, at the park
What a day, at the park (it's tre)
What a day, at the park