Big Supreme - Words On A Paper lyrics

[Verse 1: Lyrical Assailant] Kid sits alone as he writes To some its just words on a paper To him it's life Sooner or later you'll understand his fight Whole lot to say, but it never comes out right So he crinkles up another page Another story gone away As the notebook shrinks, he still, searches for the words to say But they seem to run away Pens out of ink, so he no longer thinks, that he's close to the brink Blowing up is harder than it seems, so he sinks Sinks, sinks Puts down the pen, cause the thoughts ran dry All the meanwhile, he looks at the sky Tears in his eyes, as he tries not to cry Just words on a paper to the untrained mind [Chorus: Lyrical Assailant] Words on a paper to the untrained mind, untrained mind Searching for the lyrics that he'll never find, never find Trapped between a mic and a rhyme, mic and a rhyme Just words on a paper to the untrained mind, words on a paper to the untrained mind [Verse 2: Young Deebz] Another sleepless night in my room Not knowing what to do Knowing that the fans want something new But they don't understand That i got writer's block again, staring at the paper and the pen I don't want to let them down, but i feel like a clown When i don't know what to write down, right now But i gotta figure this out, cause the stress alone Is enough to make me shout I can finally get the guts, to stand up and say, what i got to say But as soon as these words are in my head, they start to fade Or they start to run away They say rapping's easy if you just tell the truth Being honest helps when you're in the booth But that's what's hard, when you feel imprisoned behind these bars Staring at the stars while i write these bars [Chorus: Lyrical Assailant] Words on a paper to the untrained mind, untrained mind Searching for the lyrics that he'll never find, never find Trapped between a mic and a rhyme, mic and a rhyme Just words on a paper to the untrained mind, words on a paper to the untrained mind [Verse 3: Big Supreme] A pad, and a pen Nothing written, just words, in his head Stares from his bed Paced the floor, walks out the door Fresh air, pulls on his hair Looks at his son just sitting there And thinks about the crowd, jumping out their seats Disappointed by these empty sheets, its been weeks His brain's weak He knows this is his life, he married the beat Now rap's his wife Looks up and asks god why, when i try, to write My mind, just goes away So he grabs pac, puts it in his laptop Headphones on, listen when that beat drops Cause we're all searching for the lyrics that we'll never find These words are jumbled, in his untrained mind All the pain starts to unwind He;s stuck in the present, but his heart's stuck in past time He's walking a thin line, between slow motion and real time Hard bars and punchlines [Chorus: Lyrical Assailant] Words on a paper to the untrained mind, untrained mind Searching for the lyrics that he'll never find, never find Trapped between a mic and a rhyme, mic and a rhyme Just words on a paper to the untrained mind, words on a paper to the untrained mind