DEFENDER'S RAP

• I was born around drug addicts, gangsters with automatics type of dudes who just needed to have it,
• Scolded by feminists, fake-friends around, never got the benefit the pussy was difficult to grasp like a subject and a predicate,
• I was chasing the dream of becoming a rapper, but I paid the price because my producer scammed me and tried to slap me after,
• Called him out for being so fucking thirsty, I was the more skilled out of the group, none of them fools could hurt me,
• It was apparent the drugs were getting to my parents, there I was, a little kid staring at the swearing and cocaine sharing,
• In elementary, I was the bad kid, some praised me as legendary, type of kid to stay back inside the buildings during a fire assembly,
• Security had to come get me and escort, little did they know I had some coke to snort cuz my parents were back in court,
• Some would laugh at my depression, entering the classroom with a sad facial expression, not giving a fuck about the lesson,
• And this was year one, I had three to go, kicked it with the homies and for my peers I was putting on a fuckin' show,
• Until the day came where I was told, that the road down below for me was getting really cold,
• I've seen kids get slammed into the lockers, by some fucked up teachers who really need to get slaughtered by my min-gun equipped chopper,
• I've lost friends to the drug game, I can't ever look at my best friend the same, the only way to deal with the pain is with my pen, such a shame,
• When we discussed our goals he said I should get into comedy instead of rapping, I wish I suggested what he should've done, now he's lying in a casket,
• I didn't have the fucking balls to show up to his funeral, his mother was in tears but she still looked so fuckin beautiful,
• A strong woman that had just lost her only child, I wish we listened when she told us that the streets were wild now my homies laying in a pile,
• Of bones, I've walked the lonely road when they took me into their abode I promised to look out for him, it was my code,
• Something I had learned from all the neighborhood hustlers, we were just youngsters pretending to be drug runners,
• Luckily I left that shit by the advice from a church, waking up everyday was a curse, I had lost myself so now begun the fuckin' search,
• In school I was failing the cops got me on surveillance gettin' some fucking head, I can't lie it felt amazing,
• But afterwards I was left in disgust, not only did I accept this from a slut, but my future was starting to become corrupt,
• Until I was transferred in hopes of maybe going to Stanford, my social skills unmastered cuz my parents skill of raising a kid was a fuckin' disaster,
• My friend died in my arms, I broke the promise that I had made at dawn, he was full of blood, I was hugging his corpse on the lawn,
• His father was full of anger, blaming a stranger for putting his only child in danger,
• But he ignored the beeping pager the fuckin' arranger was the money changer it' was major,
• Maybe he needs to realize his son never hired a personal trainer, his son was just a teenager endangered,
• This part is dedicated to my homie, I got a lot to say, the pain within me will never go away,
• But just know that I think about you everyday, at least I kept the promise to be at your son's Halloween costume parade,
• He's got your good tendencies, my son and him have some good chemistry,
• You didn't deserve that felony, the day that you died it felt like my skull was impaled with a pedigree,
• I'll say this endlessly, you were killed over jealously but I'll never stop carrying your legacy, that's real