DEFENDER'S RAP

• Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
• Cause who says a Tesla can’t travel dirt roads?
• Will the blood on ya hands reek of lavender soap?
• Or the stain you can’t wash out ya lavish fur coat?
• We may all be mixed bags and each come with our problems
• But what if a bodybag is the one on ya conscience?
• Sleepin on a throne of lies with a gun in ya pocket
• And just enough dirt to bury the tongue of a prophet
• And so I ask my friendly neighborhood voice of god, “what is redemption?”
• If the response is so silenced it can’t be a simple question
• The local preachers’ hands twitch as they condemn their own Smith n Wessons
• Locked up in the back of the throat, the whole clergy’s come down with indigestion
• And so the winter sets in, beads of snow burn eyes out beneath a cloak
• No sixteen candles in the Sistine Chapel but merely the light of a TV show
• With a patient, silent tongue you wait to bite the dust, easy come, easy go and who needs to know?
• A sheep wrapped up in its own fleece-made coat exposed as the reflection of a demon’s clothes