DEFENDER'S RAP

• Why the vacant stare? Is your mind up in there?
• Learned how to not fear? You think your wise challenging those that are not there?
• Talking to ghosts in the closet since you were trapped in it when you lost it, slitting wrists,
• Watching your blood drip down into the faucet.
• Resounding words all around, rounding regulation renown.
• No speculation found words repeat causing suffocation by strangulation,
• Blue from asphyxiation, thought alcohol would only give a bad hangover, not a hallucination.
• Reduced action from temptation losing control with no nomination, every response an over reaction.
• No reason, no traction, your diction creates retractions without attraction.
• No Michael Jackson, leaving you with no relaxation, but there was no race in him to try and mirror him.
• Your face given a trim, trying to be like him.
• Bleach so strong it eats away your skin, changing your race in attempts to face
• The fact that your gay, just now coming out of the closet. That's why we are back again staring down the faucet.
• Wrists slit and can't pause it. Life consequence is the cause of it. No KaratBars, coins or cryptocurrency for your e-wallet.
• No insurance payout because it's suicide not genocide the rich aren't on your side, $$'s in their eyes and every pocket.
• Don't knock it, they want it, they profit, can't outsmart it, ask John Kramer how they take it.
• Awe sweet revenge to avenge the paper laden bureaucracy's, a slight bit of haven.
• Walls around the tough exterior caving in, no saving them, a new plan like lightening struck you, a sudden impromptu clot the blood, and extend life for a few.
• Your plan had a noble end, sadistic swing of fates consciousness keeps fading in, time starting to come against you friend.
• Your brilliant plan was fight club level man, you managed to rig a van and with your last breath you pulled the pin, right in the middle of their insurance meeting plan.