DEFENDER'S RAP

• Walking on stilts see this twisted frame/ Images distorted falsifying claims/Going over the hedge/Sky diving face first/Trimming these thorns cuz the stabing sure hurts/Dead roses and all that's left is a stem/Bring back the old me/Froze in this lonely/Springtime so I can feel bloomed again/Bandaids won't even fix my sins/Seasons change so does our thoughts/Ssometimes unorganized and stained with blood splots/Wash away the bad weather and find the silver lining/Rainbow always follows just sometimes it's hiding/Keep your pot of gold material loving leprechauns/I'll walk tall no matter whos bridge I'm treading on/They warn to be careful but I guess I'm no stranger/To that ominous sensation we like to call danger/A tid bit a tad/It feels so good to be uplifted and glad/But occasionally I feel obliged to act naughty and bad/Never been one to let the cat outta the bag/Tell us what ww wanna hear, is it lying/But it lifts souls when we believe in what we seek to be finding/We all tell fibs/White lie baby bibs/Childish sarcasm and puns without the gifs/Put these using abusers on an eviction notice/Cuz they are just pestering and I'm sickened to show this/Why crucify cuz I won't conform to their siding/I need reactions for my theory I'm binding/If they lie about lying, where is the truth/And if they don't know does it really not bruise/Convict me, for what, falsifying convincing/The truth is as dark as the light it's true/And not all can tell if your a sun or a moon/Just don't judge cuz no one on Earth has that privilege/So you got paperwork, what's that mean, you wanna scrimmage/Out words against yours, your files ain't shit/ Thro them off the grid and let their opinions be dismissed/Don't speak I don't wanna know what their thinking/We should quickly give their grim end a reaping/Your hard like wood your no boulder/Smoke them like tabacco and watch them burn slower/Man maybe I need some shock treatment/But you'd see the same if from my eyes you could see it/Need a cushion I'm pushin this pen/Much like a needle that stings and stains skin/Maybe I'll just build me a stable, pray to a God that still claims a label/Churches and religions, does it matter whos right or wrong/If a song touches you does it matter to whom it too belongs/I ponder so much it's almost constant/And some replay on repeat and others think I've lost it/Can't keep track of the time so we write off the lost causes/Who yet again makes these worlds of rules/Everyone acts so principal like they're to cool for school/Fail them teachers pets, we make the grades/And we don't bother with attendance cuz we tested out of this waste/Now who's to cool for all you little nuggets/Shake you salty fried losers make like a pepper, and stuff it/I can be whatever i please, why should I have to listen to anymore of these fleas/Backup, head out and pack up what you let out/Cuz I've had enough and I'm as mad as all get out.