DEFENDER'S RAP

• Life is grand when there’s a line in-between the sand,
• Tatted my hands cuz these artists are in high-demand.
• Paper chasers prayers are far from failures, far from fakers,
• Mansions by the acres, parties with strangers and Laker players.
• This life is a plane dawg I flew it, in Benjamin language I’m fluent,
• Some exes claim my dick is like a 3-1 lead, because they blew it.
• Sometimes I wonder if my goals are accessible, acceptable,
• Society is hectic when you don’t got an objective that’s commendable.
• Been thrown out the house with no dollars in my fucking wallet,
• Stuck at an office job eating a hot-pocket typing up Word documents.
• I had dreams of having statues ‘n monuments,
• Until my peers relayed ‘nobody gives a single fuck how hot you think you is’.
• Unfortunate predicaments made spitting bars unavailable,
• Searching for my own path despite the goats of rap being relatable.
• I’m stuck on the 90’s hip hop head stigma,
• Most of the music then packed realism and gangsta rhythm.
• Nowadays it’s better to hear shit on fucking mute,
• House to house commute, camp of boot cuz my parents lacked the loot.
• Pen-games packed with pistols to shoot at dudes,
• N word with attitude, mad at me, but I’m very mad at you.
• Spitting cashew pieces when I’m angered,
• Save the planet and animals that are so fucking endangered.