DEFENDER'S RAP

• I stay inside until my fucking faith dies and the stuff i hide comes rushing out from my ruptured eyes
• Im hard on jesus cause my heart and minds in pieces and i couldnt find the time to realize the fucking reasons
• I feel cold I shake and my hand sweats nothing I could do except maybe taking some xanax
• stops the panic attacks but the xans never last so now im caged in my skull up until the plug hits me back
• then guilt slips in to sit and wilt my stilted vision cause i never follow through with what i tell these silly women
• the pills already in em is sufficient venom to kill the sinners in a city in yemen
• and in my friendships this bitch alotted sorrow on em didnt even mention the process was just pretending it
• lent him a bottle for him to sip swallow until its hollow tomorrow he wont remember it
• sedatives im sending to my dome in hopes of ending this
• weeks of depressed breathing leave me spent drowned in regretfullness
• she said she is, with me till the ending kiss id rather just
• rip the chronic often til the kids body is rotten on a coffin or a crucifix
• you should fix my days, it a promise i dont deliver on cause im ignorant in the ways of honest