Ok...I just wrote this, and its to Patiently Waiting. Tell me wut yall think. The first parts supposed to be a hook just so yall know
I been Patiently Waitin for wuts wrong to correct itself,
For all you niggas ta check and correct yoself,
I sit back and wonder if now is the time,
for hese rhymes ta release the thoughts in tha back o my mind,
I sit Back wit this pen-and this pad in my hand,
words escape my lips-n' bring destruction ta tha land,
you would think stupid-o wut i let get to me,
but these thoughts attack ruthless at the age o 15,
I'm not on tha block, not slangin them rocks,
n' yet have I had ta take a hamma and cock,
but you push I push back, If need be-,
Neva hesitate wit a mack ta clap a clip in you bitches backs,
This is my life, my pain, my thoughts, my money,
Over step tha line and you fuckin wit my buddy,
Theres a fire insde n I dont know wut to do,
So I just hop right in, n spit flames in tha booth,
Whats right? Whats wrong? Who can say whats true?,
to live you fight fo yo life, n' what you feels what you do,
Rhymes sick n I spit this shit ta tha grave,
You neva eva know if todays ya last day,
and until my time I express tha best n' tha worst,
Thru this verse- I shout scream n curse n give niggas what they deserve,
Wether I'm sick, hot or not- If I get shot down,
Imma make sure every muthafucka knows my name is Lockdown!
I been Patiently Waitin for wuts wrong to correct itself,
For all you niggas ta check and correct yoself,
I sit back and wonder if now is the time,
for hese rhymes ta release the thoughts in tha back o my mind,
I sit Back wit this pen-and this pad in my hand,
words escape my lips-n' bring destruction ta tha land,
you would think stupid-o wut i let get to me,
but these thoughts attack ruthless at the age o 15,
I'm not on tha block, not slangin them rocks,
n' yet have I had ta take a hamma and cock,
but you push I push back, If need be-,
Neva hesitate wit a mack ta clap a clip in you bitches backs,
This is my life, my pain, my thoughts, my money,
Over step tha line and you fuckin wit my buddy,
Theres a fire insde n I dont know wut to do,
So I just hop right in, n spit flames in tha booth,
Whats right? Whats wrong? Who can say whats true?,
to live you fight fo yo life, n' what you feels what you do,
Rhymes sick n I spit this shit ta tha grave,
You neva eva know if todays ya last day,
and until my time I express tha best n' tha worst,
Thru this verse- I shout scream n curse n give niggas what they deserve,
Wether I'm sick, hot or not- If I get shot down,
Imma make sure every muthafucka knows my name is Lockdown!
