DEFENDER'S RAP

• From the land of the roaches,
• Rags to riches, I'm finally learning what a toast is,
• From a quarter bag to a pound of that dope shit,
• Glock stashed, next to where the razor blade and the rope is,
• Don't wanna be famous, cause everything in the mainstream is hopeless,
• And the only thing that can save me is the coke sniffed,
• Hang out with only people I know won't leave me hitched,
• This rap shit was good till he switched up the script,
• Lucifer telling me when to flip and how to flip,
• All I know is that I got to get a grip,
• Fight these demons and let me worship who I wanna worship,
• But when I talk about this kind of stuff, I really feel like shit,
• I don't know if it's because I'm tired of this, or Lucifer is making it,
• I'm really not trying to sound desperate,
• But when I tell you I need help, I need a method,
• Should I do what DMX did?
• Should I do what Pac did?
• Or would I go to jail for false charges for what I've said?