DEFENDER'S RAP

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• Often enough though, the brittlest wind blow
• over overheated rappers, head gasket crack, when i spit cold
• better ask your dad, cuz the streetlights go black, when us kids roll
• write lightning with the scratching of pencils,
• life worth a mention
• stencilling barrel rolls of bare revolt.
• Power to the People!
• we parry no landings so stay in your boat,
• let's be fanon-est about the colonies,
• company store keeps swords on throats
• poor suffer the ends of all bad jokes,
• to keep the rich-slick leach class,
• in their long mink coats, senators barking
• at the end of their knotted ropes.
• what if the piss-poor got pistols and pitchforks
• the rich's door be splintered when abandoned
• by local pig force, empty lives follow the tube
• to the vacuum's source
• and busted down the back room doors
• toss the mad sea captain, into the surf
• and changed course.
• So Sails Up, i got drifts catching
• bout to put the whole seaboard in tow,
• waves crashing and black flags flappin
• destination unknown, hesitation: no home
• in the heart, on this vessel, scabbards
• hung low with regard, and drawn quick with intent
• to loot the hoard of banker, or clip the collector of rent
• hard as you claim to go, your role is snipped and thread closed
• night raid got you hooded and hauled out in your bedclothes
• so either pitch in or hitch home, planks the first step
• if the road's chose. hold your nose
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