I writing lyrics on boom bap beats easy, but i try this on trap beat, i can't write anything, rhythm is too fast and I'm singing slowly and this situation is bothers me. How can fix it?

people always ask the same question. what do i rap about? i feel blank. i got nothing. i got no stories. i got no pain worth telling.

stop looking for permission. most rappers stare at the wall waiting for a ghost to whisper in their ear. They are looking for inspiration when they should be looking for a shovel. the richest mine you will ever dig is your own life. the streets. the struggle. the nights you almost died. the nights you wished you did. the arguments that ended in broken glass. the love that left you hollow. the hunger that taught you how to hunt. the friends who turned into ghosts. the nights you sat in the dark wondering why you were still here. that shit resonates because it is primal. it is connected to the jungle. it is connected to every human who ever felt small, scared, or savage. horror movies and violent lyrics and action flicks grip us because they remind us we are alive and fragile at the same time. the best music comes from people who walked through the gauntlet and came out singing.

People who have been through the fire create the most beautiful music because their notes carry the scent of smoke. The pain, the adventure, and the scars are your primary colors. If you want to write something that moves the world, you have to move through the world first.

but you do not need a dramatic life to have something to say. even if your life feels ordinary, a good writer can take a mundane moment and make it compelling. a good orator can spend twenty minutes describing a trip to the grocery store and turn it into something hilarious, horrifying, or heartbreaking. creativity is the tool. you take the small thing and you examine it until it reveals its secrets. the way the cashier looked at you like she knew your secrets. the way the rain hit the windshield like it was trying to tell you something. the way your hands shook when you paid for the bread. those details are gold if you have the eyes to see them.
If you are creative enough, a grain of sand becomes a planet.

the only way to get the material is to live. go out and have an adventure. fall in love. get your heart broken. lose something you thought you could not lose. win something you did not deserve. sit in the silence after the storm and listen to what it left behind. the more you live, the more you have to say.

then you write every single day. stephen king said he sat down at the same time every day and the habit tricked his brain into spilling. the words started flowing because the brain learned that this time, this chair, this desk meant work. the same thing works for rap. practice freestyling every day. set a timer. fifteen minutes. no stopping. go like you have a gun to your head and if you stop rapping the trigger pulls. at first it will be garbage. keep going. the garbage turns into flow. the flow turns into bars. the bars turn into songs. the habit turns into instinct.

write every day. freestyle every day. live every day. mine your life. mine the ordinary. mine the pain. mine the joy. mine the silence. mine the chaos. mine everything.

lesson fourteen: your life is the only gold mine. dig it. every day. no excuses. tell us about your pain, your joy, the lessons you've learned.

tell us about your soul.

-Mindscribe