DEFENDER'S RAP

• I got a friend who never used to believe in god,
• We'd smoke weed in the evening and speak a lot
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• And get lean at a seance spot, what a dream but he'd preach
• How its weak, and we need to stop,
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• Cause he see's it as being lost, but I could still smoke pot,
• Be easy and keep a job, but just deeply perceived that the demon wants,
• A little piece of our species we need to squash. I disagree and nod,
• Cause isn't Jesus god? what Christians seek, it all seems to clock,
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• My whole feelings of whether I believe or not, I want reason to not what the preachers got,
• I want freedom, my dreaming is seeming blocked, but he's just odd
• Screaming steeple tops, hows its easy to sneak off and be your boss,
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• But when our breathing stops we'd all see the cost, but in a logical
• Sense it seems fake and sussed, to make a fuss, my styles dangerous