News flash I’m the baddest if you’re wondering why
Drop down acrobatics I’m incredibly fly
It’s Sethnicity a well that never runs dry
Water board a false truth with a blow torch and ply
Ers thirst for the real ear drums hear me cum
Lyrically I am the muse, a fuse, suckas run.
Hail Mary to the heavens I’ll set it off with my thumb
Ten fingers and pen So I don’t need a gun!
You humdrum, rhyming like a ill asthmatic
I jam lines like Houston highway have traffic
I’m so bad that I’m just too Good At it
Like just us for tray bombs with no static
A subliminal A-bomb for kwanza and I wrapped it!
I’m realer than the news and blacker than What’s Happening!
—  Sethnicity- over Fab deuce beats -“Whats Good?”

“So you want to be a writer?

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.” - Charles Bukowski

—  Charles Bukowski - “So You Want To Be A Writer…”