DEFENDER'S RAP

• I don't have a squad, I do it on my own, I go solo,
• That's what I'm used to doin', it's what you conclude to after bein' called homo,
• Every fucking day, gettin' nothin' but shit on my Instagram photos,
• So what if I was once interested in playing the fucking oboe,
• I had an interest in music, but I'm constantly told I'll never do it,
• Nothing but put-downs and disgusted faces, I tell myself I'll get used to it,
• Mama told me I control my destiny and only I get to choose and pick,
• So why is it when I chose music, she was nothin' but completely against it?
• That's confusin', That's what I never understood,
• Why to people pretend to be inspirational when really they enjoy fucking your childhood?
• Only I know what a lonely night feels like, cause I've had one every night of my life,
• I was undersized and minimized and hypnotized into thinking that that was what was right,
• But I've learned to ignore the world, they can all choke on dicks,
• Drop dead and leave me the last one standing, the only one who isn't a prick,
• I ignore the world by doing the one and only thing I've ever been good at,
• That being writing raps and battling stupid asses on RapPad; Hutch.