Writer's Block

[Verse 1] I seen the error in your ways I can never correct the way you wrote your life And how you word your actions You never looked them over twice You just jot 'em down and wouldn't give 'em any thought Over paper you crossed a line, wasn't pretty smart Your whole attitude was way past the margin Trying to pass in the eyes of niggas who had no class Skipping on school and that experience was teaching 'Til they trapped behind bars looking serious when thinking Trying to pinpoint where they went wrong, reciting the same old song It seems like you writing just like him And you feeling like an artist drawing blanks within my brain waves To put it in black and white, we wasn't on the same page Wish I could have steered your hands in the right direction But you went out like the darkest ink writing in light complexion Still, I could adjust the actions that you've given me to read But my life holds literature that's not easily agreed [Chorus] This is my life Whether right or wrong Both feet trailing ink moving right along I'm trying to live it like a lyric that ignite a song You live your life on the line, I just keep writing on Sing it Sing it Sing it Sing it [Verse 2] If you step on any writer's block, you may end up behind enemy lines Niggas got rap sheets long as my trinity rhyme Don a sling lead with your name on it, it was written Dropping hooks 'til the cocaine on us, to give 'em rhythm Some drink and smoke, a mind full of blackness makes a bold face But a past written too dark to erase still hold trace And stays there like our graffiti on them liquor stores Yosam blasts (?) name tag in the upper left corner Police they got these blocks down to a letter But guns that help you bare your soul like sitting down to a letter Elders(?) in this world is predominately white And it interests me that they never left the hood like they black as parentheses John Hancock's a weapon, be careful as he's printed Because he can push your wig(?) back like a paragraph's indented