DEFENDER'S RAP

• Just jottin rhymes down in Los Angeles
• Smoke em for the bag like I’m high off cannabis
• Spread heads for the bread and ask who want sandwiches
• Then send ya girl the bill, it’ll cost damages
• Tryna write till I’m fillin up all the pages
• Maybe I’ll make some big clusterfuck of a statement
• Leave you with half ya face for double the payment
• For the paper it’s a wrap, call it mummification
• Want concrete evidence? How bout ya blood on the pavement?
• All got somethin to say till ya mother start wailin
• And the homies sayin, “Yo the puppet’s amazin!”
• But till that day guess y’all stuck in the matrix
• Puzzled by an age where the colors have faded
• Bartenders keepin cold ones under the basement
• Love what we’ve done with the place! Such decorations!
• Where industries are indiscreet and the government’s racist
• Gravediggin from bed! We’ll always have somethin to lay in
• Cry over spilled puddles of rain when the sun is a’ blazin
• As the wondrous gazes in young little faces
• As dismissed as illusions, it’s all one for the ages
• And yet our little destined comeuppance is wages
• What a lovely day to leave a foreign country invaded!
• Carin for health and sharin our wealth? Next we’ll submit to Satan!
• Cops coppin out and still the world is hungry for bacon