Writer's Block Impede

Have you heard that song by Lupe Fiasco "Hip Hop saved my life"? I relate to it from time to time when I'm stuck in a rut. Especially this part:

He said I write what I see

Write to make it right

Don't like where I be

I'd like to make it like

The sights on TV

Quite the great life

So nice and easy

See now you can still die from that

But it's better than not being alive from straps

Agreed

A mead notebook and a Bic that click

When it's pushed and a wack beat

That's a track that's weak

That he got last week

'cause everybody in the store

Was like that's that heat

A bass heavy medley with a sample from the 70s

With a screwed up hook that went

STACK THAT CHEESE

Something something something

STACK THAT CHEESE

Mother sister cousin

STACK THAT CHEESE

He couldn't think of nothing

STACK THAT CHEESE

He turns down the beat writers block impedes

So hopefully I'll be back to normal, I've started drafting a couple of entries but I can't seem to form sentences.