DEFENDER'S RAP

• Dark thoughts; flowing through my mind right now,
• Heart drops; knowing you aren't mine right now,
• Scarred spots; showing through my lies, and fake smile,
• I'm entitled; but I'm truly living in denial, I must wake, and obtain a revival.
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• I must confess, this post traumatic stress, gets me at my best,
• I trust the process, I boast as long as "it" lets;
• "It?"; You must be confused, I presume It is the creature, who is eager, to leave me immune,
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• "Immune?"; to these thoughts in my head,
• Ensuing; after she just got up and left,
• Pursuing; as I walk down the rotten road of death,
• I'll make it to the end; no regrets, no matter how worse it gets.
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• This anxiety, has finally, took my last breath,
• I sat silently, laughed quietly, as I looked upon the eyes of death,
• You see life is like a game of chess, wanna win, use your brain, and common sense,
• I need to aim for fame, not aim for the stair of hell's depths, my notebook stuck to my chest,
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• I'm controlled by this monster; but I fight back,
• My soul is no longer; "fight back?", I write back,
• I only get stronger; "Aye tell me where the mic at."
• My soul is no longer; I need to fight back..