(feat. Phonte) 

[Intro:] 
To anybody 
That ever looked at a blank piece of paper 
And felt that feeling 
That you didnt, you don't know what to say 
You be wondering 
If your next joint is gonna be banging or not 
You be wondering if people gonna be feeling your shit 
This is for y'all 
Come On 

[Verse 1:] 
I've been stuck on the same page 
Seven days isolated in the same cage 
Six minutes spitting out curse words of rage 
Holding on to my pen like it's the last days 
And she my only weapon 
Still stepping with a passionate cause 
But the block reveals all of your flaws hoping you give in 
Shifting, more swift than the panic 
Older brain with the pen feeling so diplomatic 
Until you fight back 
Pen strokes tend to quiet that and at the same time my mind drift 
Between the pen and the paper there's a slight rift 
The pressure's on and I might miss 
Who can bare that stress? 
First start is the second guess 
The third try I'm still hopeless 
I'm like a penny with a hole in it 
The words come but no soul in it 
So it's back to the block trying to figure out this damn thing 

[Chorus:] 
So if you see me in the lab with a pen and a pad 
I'm trying to write a verse that's doper than my last one 
Let's put it down for my peeps going at it hard 
On every block, every corner, every boulevard 
Some niggaz think about sex, I think about checks 
and I ain't spitting 16 until I know I'm about to cash one 
Let's spit a rhyme for the streets steady pulling cards 
On every block, every corner, every boulevard 

[Verse 2:] 
They say the pressure's on to make more music 
And write a better song to make the hoars loose it 
Dance floor music with out no heart attatched 
For all them harder cats that I was sleeping on, 
Not trying to lead you on but there's a deeper zone 
when you start dealing with the industry and keeping on 
You do your thing, I do mine 
Fuck it, 10 inches long 
'Cause I ain't even on but still you want to sweat 
Looking for me to fill your pockets and your deficits 
asking for loot and I ain't even sold no records yet 
My family argue when they beefing over petty shit 
And niggaz still think this journey was everless 
Shit 
Yo, that's why I'm using God as my guide 
'Cause making moves in this game 
It's kind of hard to decide 
Once you put your Hancock on the line 
My niggaz change at the drop of a dime 
That put a block on your mind, for real 

[Chorus:] 
So if you see me in the streets and my eyes look red 
it's probably because I ain't been able to sleep 
We put it down for our peeps going at it hard 
On every block, every corner, every boulevard 
Some niggaz spit for the range 
I spit for the change to make sure that all my family got something to eat 
Spit a rhyme for the street steady pullin cards 
For every block, every corner, every boulevard 

[Outro:] 
Yo, it's like that y'all 
State to state 
Country to country 
It's Little Brother 
9th Wonder 
The Justus League, undiscovered 
It's like that y'all 
We keep it going 
We keep it on, and on, and on 
On, and on, and on 
Like that 

[Outro scene:] 
Pooh, 
Oh Pooh 
Wake up big daddy 
Look at you 
Laying there looking all cute and cuddly 
(Different lady) 
Good morning baby 
You remember.. we agreed on that minajee(sp?) 
Well, I got something better than that 
I brought Tasha 
(First lady) 
Pooh 
Oh Pooh 
(Third lady) 
Terrance! 
Yeah, come on 
(Man's voice) 
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP