*on hiatus rant...well not really a rant but just saying some shit on my mind*

*shout out to all my poets currently on creative hiatus*

I feel ya pain man....
I am sick as fuck over here
staring at this fuckin pen and notebook
like write bitch write
forreals ya'll
I am tryin tap into my physic powers and shit
and "will" me a fuckin poem

I'm like this boy here

screamin "WRITE BITCH"

its fuckin sad
I can't even think of a concept
to brainstorm ideas and what not
sitting here looking at the poems I got in cue
its over 40 of these bitches just waiting for me

every time I log on to see if I can put a lil something on it.....
I instantly freeze up and get dumbfounded..
like I aint never wrote a day in my life...
I sit back and think to myself...

damn... I used write at least 1 day..
6 on a good day....... 4 for my private stash
and 2 exclusive for GS....
but now
a nigga can't even complete a metaphor
I got poems in cue with incomplete thoughts and shyt
a letter here....
half a word there....
maybe a title if I am lucky.....

hell I can't even do a soulcast cause
a.) gs for some reason the soulcast system is busted
b.) my mic cuts off after a minute....

shit go blah blah blah... awf (yes I spelled off ...a w f)
shit pisses me off something crucial
this and my health not being too good right now
I need some fuckin release for my mind
I gave up alcohol
I no longer smoke
I lost my quiet space to reflect and relax..
I work alot more these days...
I guess I just need to take more time for myself.....

I could go on and one but I am good on that.....
too mant eyeballz gawkin me n shyt lolz

anyways.... eventually
I will return
gs ain't the same without a Mase joint

everybody be good `1love

dictated and written by
Mase Double Dot Regal
Diesel From Tha D Inc 2009

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