DEFENDER'S RAP

• //VERSE 1:
• Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,
• young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,
• he's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,
• and now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,
• thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,
• he's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,
• he ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,
• and now his crimes are flashing and seen all across the news,
• he was coppin' hits and poppin' Cris, he was a rocker kid,
• and now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,
• it was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,
• has a needle injected that feeds him intravenous fluid,
• his mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,
• but of course, he had perfect parents, there was nothing to it,
• but now it's said and done, he's disabled, living twenty-one,
• and got a few more years and some tears, this is anyone