DEFENDER'S RAP

• He imagines no ones there
• He’s standing alone
• With a pencil and a pen
• And he’s tryna make a poem
• He had his plan mapped out
• He’s staying devoted
• The views ain’t showing he’s going unnoticed
• He’s feeling like nobody know em
• He works hard, his songs he’s promoting
• He puts in the time but his views ain’t showing
• He closes his eyes, and try to maintain focus
• His mind is floating
• His eyes r glowing
• Pencil hits the page
• And he feels like he’s chosen
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• Words fly off the pencil and onto the page
• The rhymes getting suspenseful
• He let’s out his rage on the page , knowing in his brain,
• if he wants this lifestyle of fame, he’s gonna have to train,
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• He’s a brainiac, he’s working daily at, writing and fighting,
• meanwhile his brain reacts, and plainly asks,
• “Where are these lyrics even go at?”
• His mind is right, know matter how long he fights, he’ll get no feedback
• Only if people could see the track,
• How the rhymes and lyrics pack,
• Hitting the mind and going SMACK
• To the face
• His constantly has to race
• At a fast pace, always thinking of his last days, but he knows there will be bad days
• It’s just the fact that his songs ain’t bad, it’s just a different taste!
• Of music...
• He’s about to lose it
• Pain hits his heart like a Cupid
• He’s torn apart, he’s looking stupid
• He try’s to produce his music, he’s going to quick,
• and skips some part, that rips the track apart, and leaves it in ruin,
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• He gets a call, they want him! He gets cued in
• He’s been stuck to this dream like a glue stick,
• It his arrival on the scene, the views in, he is no longer feeling useless
• He remembers
• The day he used to pray
• To a god who was supposed to make things okay
• He realizes it was himself who brought him to this day
• It took a effort, to put up what people say
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• He looks back and laughs, at the old tracks, realizing the improvement,
• and how he used to be pretty bad, he’s glad