9 o' clock (rap)

Wakin up knowin you were at my side,
Takin my love, have no reason to hide.
January eighth will never be forgotten.
It was the day loved renewed, not turn rotten.
Once I wrote our song, I knew what would happen.
I'd love you, and maybe wouldn't be rappin.
With everything going as perfect as can be,
I doubted you, and that is the shame on me.
See the message? Im writin, sick and all,
Just wishing for a single phone call.
Hopin to hear your voice, maybe a lil song,
To build me up, keep me strong.
We used to do that every night, till we sleep.
Your words penetrated, and they cut deep.
When all the other guys called you names,
I chased them down, I rose with you in fame.
Can it ever be like that again? Does anyone know?
For sure, I know that our didnt complete the show.
Well, if you still dont get it, then you should look,
At what is said, when I sing the hook.

9:00, I sat waiting with pride,
Wanting to talk to you, never to hide.
The best girl I know, the best on da block,
Is who I always waited to talk to at 9 o' clock.

*Sorry. Im sick. Gotta go. I will double verse a song tommorow*