DEFENDER'S RAP

• I sit on my back and look at the stars
• My vision forms constellations from money and cars
• A bright yellow sun and clear blue skies mask what they tell you are true lies
• Children see beaten down playgrounds, even their kids wait for the new slide
• Just ask the still wax figures on the pavement, much too young to die
• Far too young, far away, a constant marathon to nowhere to hide
• People fly to LA everyday ain’t nobody stayin in the slums any longer
• Good champagne littered over broken glass, shortcuts around where you could get a switch pulled on ya
• Most people get left in the dirt, self-proclaimed guardians tryna purge their souls
• We only hear of those who grew up in the hood of a convertible
• Poverty stricken and they wonder why it’s hot in this bitch
• Human sacrifices in exchange for Abercrombie & Fitch
• More and more pockets get picked, more boys grow up to be Oliver Twist
• Then end up shot in the ribs for talkin that shit, but for a cause that’s worth it?
• And so I sit on my ass and look at the stars
• Don’t follow in my footsteps kiddo, it took me apart