DEFENDER'S RAP

• Growing up, everything seemed so dysfunctional, and it seemed like success was nearly untouchable.
• I had to scrap for a decent grade, I was afraid to get betrayed by peers so I simply became a stray.
• Nobody else wanted to speak to the weirdo, not giving a damn about ‘em, holding a major ego.
• The best way to grab attention was by disrupting, finding the best in the class and straight corrupt him.
• Drag ‘em down to your level, he had all of the new erasers and a pencil, all I had was crooked teeth, no money for work of dental.
• All of the students laughed after every class, to evade the torment I dashed out of passing period in a flash.
• Right outside was the Cadillac dipped in velvet, he was waiting for me to start selling product, hell, I could smell it.
• My mother and father were veterans in the game, so whenever I had dough wrapped in bands there was no shame.
• There was simply no other manner to survive, you either die by the drive-by or sell shit to eat and stay alive.
• It wasn’t until my mother took a drug, no longer showed me love, her brain straight up unplugged.
• Turns out she was drugged, shoving me away whenever I came to bug, I found the stash beneath the rug.
• Thankfully, I was taken by a foster parent, it was apparent they showcased better love and caring.
• Found my mother in a parking lot staring, she was behaving like a Karen, the hell was she wearing?
• It seemed she no longer had control, that wasn’t the woman who birthed me though, so I continued to stroll.
• And when she DM’ed me recently, I just continued to scroll and continue liking posts of strippers riding poles.