Sweat and Ink 3

Verse

Sweat drips on the mic like it's bleeding time

Ink blots on my page where the doubts come to line

Two a.m., streets sleep quiet still

I'm wide awake writing the life I will

Paper worn thin from all the drafts

Pens keep running out of ink, but that's facts

Block don't care if you're tired or if it's cold

It just wants your words till they turn to gold

I wrote a novel in my head by age 16

Now the novel's finished and nobody's seen

Pre-Chorus

What's it for? Is this gonna be enough?

Every word I write, is it worth my love?

Can I get paid with just an honest line?

Or do I need the whole story to shine

Chorus

Sweat and ink, sweat and ink

If you're chasing words, then let 'em drink

Sweat and ink, sweat and ink

Every page turned over brings a little of me in

Sweat and ink, sweat and ink

This is the currency I use to think

Verse

Drops fall on my pen like it's trying to tell

The only way to know if you're done is when you sell

Roommates moved out, left me with nothing but debt

But I still keep writing 'cause that's all I've got

Grandma taught me how to thread a needle right

Now the whole room smells like paper burning bright

Some of these lines gonna make it into gold

But some of them stay locked in this room, old

Pre-Chorus

What's it for? Is this gonna be enough?

Every word I write, is it worth my love?

Can I get paid with just an honest line?

Or do I need the whole story to shine

Chorus

Sweat and ink, sweat and ink

If you're chasing words, then let 'em drink

Sweat and ink, sweat and ink

Every page turned over brings a little of me in

Sweat and ink, sweat and ink

This is the currency I use to think

Bridge

Maybe it's not just about getting paid

Maybe this is how I keep from going mad

So I keep writing even when nobody reads

Not for them but because these words need breath

Sometimes a story gets too loud in my chest

I have to let it out before the rest of me forgets

Outro

Sweat and ink, sweat and ink

This is how the pages turn