DEFENDER'S RAP

• Now I'm stronger and better, wiser and older,
• Nowadays i feel like i'm somehow nicer yet colder,
• It's hard for people to gain my trust or respect,
• I'm vicious with words, quick to impress with my dialect,
• That's mainly a wall that can't crumble, a natural defence,
• In life there's many who wear masks, it's all a pretence.
• I got friends by the bucketload, literally in the hundreds,
• But they're friends with the facade, inside there's a monster,
• Only time i've ever let go i've seen the damage that that bitch can do,
• So I scribble in a pad, it's all I've got to express the views,
• Society as a whole wouldn't get, fathom or grasp,
• Probably make up some mental condition, say my heads in the stars,
• I guess this ain't really a battle response, it was just a trigger,
• So i put the glock back in my mouth, pull back the trigger.
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• Blood splattered, brains scattered, all over the wall,
• '18 year old medic found dead in the bathroom stall'
• They'd discuss it, conclude I was selfish,
• Nothing happened in his past, thats how they'd sell this,
• Maybe put a spin on it, stretch for a mental illness,
• Or say that the workload was too much and that's what killed him.
• It's sobering to think, in a few short years i've gone from the brink,
• To being a stable citizen, just through mind power and discipline,
• And realising dwelling on things that can't change, is actually whats imprisoning