It's all simple Picking up a pencil But when it comes to mental The writers start to hit a level Where it all goes double mental Yeah, you can try to be gentle To your pencil As you think so, Hard your mind begans to act like a volcano
Cuz as you start to think How to plot this I mean you can or can't So, if we can't we start to think Straight So, soon as the ink Reaches to the paper We plot 'em Like dot's We don't care about the spot We just jot Down the dot's
An' as we write, write We hold on tight Still we gotta be polite For what we write Soon as we complete the paper And show it to the people we can see our character
And as we get lost in our wonder's We don't realize about the hour's Cuz we don't mind Cuz we got an eye For what we jot down We are too focus on our zone That we don't know On what we had thrown Ourselves No, this ain't no mess
Cuz when we pick up the pen We drop down the name Cuz the lines can be a rhyme poem
If we don't got paper it may become a issue But if there's tissue Paper We drop it Cuz our thoughts Is what we need to drop
We can write somethin' that can be nonsense So, that can give us A chance To make a difference
Us as writers we gotta live life Cuz there are still words that lies On the side Of us
We care if our arm Get's harm Cuz we need it hold on the pen tight And write
Us, as writer's we got a friend That will never end And that's writing
(There is a second part for this but it is not complete)