DEFENDER'S RAP

• My head spoke to me when I was 9 years old
• Told me to share this gift with the world as I grow old
• A gift or a curse? Is there a different purpose?
• If I drop mistakes into the lake, will they resurface?
• Can I be an adult, can I stomach nostalgia?
• Can I function in this life without a mother and father?
• If I dropped to the floor, would they run for the doctor?
• Or holler for more of the unwillin slaughter?
• Toss and turn on my pillow as it worries me sick
• Will I burn to a crisp for the dirt that I did?
• Am I deservin of this emergency kit?
• As my soul grows old, the kid is yearnin to live
• The apple never will fall far from the tree
• And the tree never will prevent the loss of it’s leaves
• All will be lost the same way this earth was won
• Our bodies will rot under the same eternal sun
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• I looked through the books and I’ve written down each sentence
• But I never met a god whose existence I accepted
• Cause everyday I still witnessed sickness and depression
• Prayer never made a difference, no one listened to my questions
• I was gettin so relentless in my younger days
• Wishful thinkin kept me breathin, but no one knew what to say
• Should I have run away? Would I still have to suffer pain?
• We shrug off struggle when the people go by any other name
• Now as I stop and reflect, more regrets come with age
• I would have told my future self to get out of the way
• I pick and choose when to view the past through rose tinted lenses
• My soul’s back in that old house but I won’t miss depression
• Why goes recognition come with second guessin every step?
• The glass breaks in the mirror, see the devil in the flesh
• Merely second to the rest, but as I’m questionin the end
• The shots ring out and the messengers are dead
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• Once upon a time before children were spoiled
• A little girl planted seeds into the soil
• A splash of water, and after autumn
• A tree started growin and an apple blossomed
• Not long after that, spring came along
• The parents got the baskets, the kids sang a song
• Just a glance and bigger apples were plucked by their hands
• While our young little apple still hung by her branch
• “Hang on, little apple! Please give it a year!”
• “The time for you to grow and become pretty is near!”
• And so the apple grew bigger as the seasons passed
• She could feel herself branchin out, free at last!
• The apple was picked and others found her delicious
• So they cut her up for their own balanced nutrition
• The apple had to leave without ever lookin back
• And the tree was chopped down so they could make a wooden casket