Produce

Writer’s block, sometimes it’s no use
I think and I try, but I’m dry, no juice.
But I’ve got a little secret for knocking the flow loose
When I can’t write, I eat produce.
Yes, I eat fruit when I’ve got the writer’s block
or I eat veggies when I’ve got the writer’s block.
You could unlock the tightest lock
If you eat produce, it helps you produce.
Sometimes when I try to make art, I choke.
So to counteract that, I’ll eat an artichoke.
Green cabbage yes, red cabbage no,
'Cause red means stop, but green means go.
Watermelon stimulates me if I can’t get my lines written
'Cause the seed spitting simulates rhyme-spitting
I eat broccoli, bok choy and avocoado.
No room for block, just broc, bok and guac
Or I’ll combine kinds of fruits that rhyme:
Persimmons, lemon, limes, clementimes
cherries, various berries, apples, pinapples,
apricots, plus plums and kumquats and pears with green skin
and Tange-'s and Necta-'s they’re the -rine twins.
I grind them up in that blender of mine
Drink down the juice and write some fruit punch lines.
Snap peas for my battle rap steez,
First I’m like «Snap!» then I’m like «Peace.»
Or I eat a radish if my rhymes aren’t fully radical yet, only rad-ish
If I’m in a bad mood, canteloupe
And honeydew helps me keep a can-do attitude.
And when the song is complete, then I eat my two favorite root veggies
The turnip, the beet.
(Turn up the beat x3)
Blank pages as white as chalk, I got nothing coming out
Like when people with bronchitis try to talk, writer’s block.
And I hate it when my brain is in a constipated state
And that is why I eat all that high-fiber produce,
I’m in favor of dropping those creative number two’s
I’m saying, I’m pro-duce.