Writers block

I'm in a lull right now and I figured this poem from Kendrick Lamar to Tupac Shakur perfectly portays how I feel.

"I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn't stop survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one
A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The word was respect
Just because you wore a different gang colour than mines
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga"

Teenage Parenthood

I woke up to yelling this morning

are they ever gonna understand that I need sleep

I get that that they both want to be right

You live in this house for free

respect it

He's 31 years old

respect him

If I could sleep that would be nice

but as of right now

They are both arguing over the stupidest thing I've ever heard

"I'm gonna call the police!"

"F*** You!"

"You have until tonight to pack up and get out!"

Shut up, your threats are empty and cold

Your language is unnecessarily vulgar and rude

Why is it that I am the most mature person in this house

Yet I'm the youngest by at leased 13 years?

Heres the deal 

You are both going to apologize to one another

She is going to get over it

He is going to be better about what she asks

You both are going to let me sleep and Calm the heck down

As of right now I'm 18, 

The youngest here,

and Yet I'm the only adult.

#different

Anis Mojgani
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=anis+mojgani&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Aanis+mojgani

Sarah Kay
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=sarah+kay&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Asarah+kay

Buddy Wakefield
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Buddy+Wakefield&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3ABuddy+Wakefield

Misc Poem books
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Poetry+books&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3APoetry+books

MASH

If my life was a game of mash
I would Cheat
I would rig the game so only good outcomes were possible.

My home would be small and easy to live in
Big homes scare me
My three kids would be happy
My Wife will be extremely cute
Occupation: CEO, Solar engineer, or a route setter

This game is rigged
Life isn't up to chance

At leased not for me.

Golden Gate