DEFENDER'S RAP

• i done cocked nines to do dirt, put in work to earn props,homie on my block, they ball to the top, thrive to see the day, just to stand in my place, do anything it takes just to have it the same way, i like that, they idle the big cat, cant help but to love it cause when its real its like that,i was born for this, all this street crook shit, from the steps of the projects blowin weed and ciggarets, i came up hard this ghetto livin got me stressed out, dear lord were was i when blessings was being passed out, my lifestyle been a struggle since i came through, who the fuck was i supposed to place the blame to, i was made this way aint have a say about shit, you think i prayed and asked the lord to make my life such a bitch, i wake up sweatin out my sleep drenched soak and wet, hearin voices in my heads wispering to me about death, you see that sucka right there slim, yea him, why he lookin at us crazy why dont you get your 380 and kill him, im still here after all these years still strugglin to hold back tears i feel i cant reveal.