DEFENDER'S RAP

• i chalk up the differences to the board of chiseled ligaments
• riddled with a list to lift a roar above the cries of the innocent
• i try to remain little in the filtered slit through which vision slips
• i lick my lips covered in syphilis, i discuss simple filler sentences
• to fit this rigged system stripping a rhythms pad and pencil stitchings
• the lines i draw seem to dip in written ink of victims
• evict the demon within them to deem a reason to be seen behind the scene
• think before you preach learn from someone who teaches before you preach
• increase the capacity of the lungs you use to breathe don't just believe
• the things you see it needs to be at least the freedom you receive
• equally put apart to each and every weak person who can't feed their weekly service
• i think you deserve this reserved gist to release in a third of it's strength that it his
• i insist a transistor to amplify my canister that keeps in anger at these amateurs
• you stack like a sack of bags of under class swept beneath the rug stained with liquor
• the spirits whisper that you need to figure out why you're such a sinner
• i expect you to accept this presence of the five finger punch line delivered