I just wrote this, not sure about it, so of course just looking for some feedback.
My mind sees letters as they form words,
Words form lines that then form a verse,
Verses mean nothing until there’s a hook,
Then songs form and songs fill my book,
These songs get changed, rearranged and cut,
Until I’m thinking of a new line and stuck,
On one rhyme that doesn’t fit the content,
And when I’m done I read and it’s nonsense,
So I scratch it and rework some other verse,
Make it final, memorize it and rehearse,
Then spit for a friend to see what he thinks,
All from my pen cause my pen bleeds the ink,
Then I hit the studio ready to record,
Time is money, only a few takes I can afford,
The search for feedback, listen and re-rap,
I just redid this whole track let’s recap,
Let’s get it out to see what they think,
I bleed rap…just like my pen bleeds ink…