DEFENDER'S RAP

• Verse 1
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• Dear whoever may be reading this, this a letter from a lyricist
• A kid who wished for Saint Nicholas turned to a bitch tearing ligaments
• You see I'm spiritless, hugging the block don't mind family
• Escaping agony, a patient in a mindless catastrophe
• But fuck that, this a message for the world before I go out in the cold
• Just trying to make sure that my story is properly told
• For the few people by my graveside, through this train ride
• The people who were here and made this life a rare sight
• I was out of proportion, sightseeing my life in distortion
• Taking caution, scared of responsibility to the point of abortion
• Plan B, something I never had from the day of birth
• Now look at this message myself, what the fuck am I worth?
• A fucking disaster, pushing paraphernalia making heartbeat faster
• Brain in a stampede, thought deplete in a scatter, a silver platter
• Something I wished for, life was something I was unequipped for
• Look at me now, dilemma of fucking a rich whore
• Just to get some money, see fuckers try finding a easy path
• This letter is an aftermath of a thug who was a sociopath
• Now I'm writing this letter, debating on the truth of what is better
• Robbing a safe with gun pointed at the teller, or being poor forever
• I was tired of crack spots, wanted my life like a jackpot
• A grand casino with no chances of ever being no bankrupt
• Family was first, no matter how much the situation was worse
• Making eyelids burst clenching teeth with this thirst
• My life was cursed, see the world is extreme for the need of this green
• Money decides if you're dirty or clean, the world is obscene
• If you look at me and you, for people there's only one thing in between
• They're keen to see who has the money they never seen
• Absurd, but who am I to debate the whole world
• I burned down my life and now look what I earned
• Nothing, this is the end of all the discussions
• I danced with the devil and experienced all the reaper repercussions
• This is why I grabbed the pen, to write this shit for your eyes
• To unmask my identity trapped in this filthy disguise
• Be foolish or wise, in this world that's all that matters
• From a thug to a dad has the same exact patterns
• So when my life passes, and my body is put into the casket
• When my body is ashes and I buried my hatchet
• Pass this message, to my family if there is any left
• If they even want to know about who I am, not the worst parts but the best
• Despite my choices, I'm blessed with my family and my friends
• Even enemies who made me better with the shit by my expense
• Not to defend, just want you people to comprehend
• Any 2 strings can tie a knot and any stupid beef can just end
• This message should trap my unmasked feelings forever
• Figure this out when you feel clever, this is a thug's letter