Thoughts

I am thinking that, With every single rap that I’ve been spitting, I might as well be in the kings chair sitting, On the throne cause I am in the zone, Destroying every hater that is sitting all alone, Dang I’ve been rapping all day, The doctor is asking me if everything’s ok, Because I’ve blown everyone away, With the rhymes that I’ve been spitting, I'm making everyone pay, Not their dues, But attention, And did I forget to mention, This is class, And none of you passed, Ya'll all acted bad, So you get detention. And you just got served I hope the judge gives you what you deserve, Cause I’m fed up with you fools, Ya'll are lame, You don't deserve to be in this game. So I’ll rap til ya'll understand, This is my story part two, And this is my plan, To describe my thoughts one by one, I raised this rap game, And made it my son, So I’ll make sure to take care and watch out, Of what comes out of my sons mouth, Cause if I want to be a good father, I have to take care of it better than I did my daughter. Now your thinking, "He couldn't be a parent" I'm only seventeen, Could my mind be transparent? Or maybe you just heard me wrong, You heard the words that I said, They're write in stone in this song, So i'mma be a good leader, Grow up just like my mommy and then be a good teacher, Or do just like my daddy and become a preacher, Speak the word of Christ, Lead these people towards the light, Fight with all your might, Cause Christ is your shield and sword, He taught me what was right, My hearts taken flight, And God has saved my life.