DEFENDER'S RAP

• Yo, I could call this hobby either rap, or stress relief,
• When no one understands the way I perceive things,
• Bottle up emotions to the point where I can barley breathe,
• Then throw the bottles at the fucking wall, I, bleed,
• from the broken pieces, the pieces mixed from different puzzles,
• Caught in the rain every day, always stuck in puddles,
• I try to prove my point with songs, but I'm rappin' with a muzzle,
• And other people control MY life, I'm fucking puzzled,
• And that's just the basics, I come from many different places,
• It's hard to share the oasis, with people who are brainless,
• and use all the water for useless purposes and waste it,
• Especially when they know that there's no way they can replace it,
• Trapped in a world I don't wanna be in, only way to escape it,
• Is to leave my town full of empty promises, vacant,
• Pick up the bottle pieces, act like nothin' happened, fake it,
• Work my way through the next day, but tomorrow tonight, replay it,