DEFENDER'S RAP

• Yo yo,
• Let me ask y'all something,
• If your son or daughter had the dreams of becoming a rapper,
• Would you put them down and tell them that they need to regather their
• mind, or maybe tell them that none of their impossible wishes matters,
• Or would you tell them that those are the dreams they need to chase after?
• Cause see my parents are the type that respond in laughter,
• The ones trying to tell me that I'll never make it up the ladder,
• Constantly tellin' me to adapt to different patterns,
• They say when they hear my goals, it's impossible to fathom,
• Ha, and from that point out, I've lost respect,
• Always consider their opinions on things incorrect,
• Our relationships then slowly began to disconnect,
• And not once did I look back on it with any regret,
• Nope, they never even seemed impressed,
• "But Mom I've got six hundred fifty pages all filled with raps!"
• "Eric, that don't mean shit, better get your mind back on track!"
• Fucking give up, I don't fucking care if they don't accept,