DEFENDER'S RAP

• The date was September 16th, 1940. An autumn morning in my hometown of west Corning
• Life as a miner was getting real boring, but I had to supply my wife and daughters with nutrition so their spirits wouldn't be disforming
• Across the Atlantic, Germany was in a hurry to rend Europe blurry with a fury of tanks and troopers
• Plunging the U.S. into stupor cause Poland wasn’t looking super. A draft was issued by recruiters
• They placed me on a ship and sent me to Ireland, a country that wasn’t firin’ despite feudal neighbors tapering dangerously close to their threshold
• Our goal was to intercept intellect from surrounding nations in order to gain a better advance on the enemy stronghold
• In time we found out the world was teetering on it’s axis due to the powers of Italy and Japan
• To which I was sent on my next mission, Great Britain, who kicked off the war like Jackie Chan
• We ran laps and trained with locals. Anything to make vocal the impending allies that would restore hope to everything global
• And throw these so-called nobles off the map in total to set in stone history so anecdotal
• Once our skill set was up to par, they sent me through Africa to protect France and their capita from calibers of MP’s
• But when we pulled up to the scene everyone was bleedin’ and needed medical attention. Paris was barren and empty
• Lingering German soldiers were the only patrollers of the Eiffel Tower that hour, we resorted to stealth and scoured
• In a pitch equivalent to midnight hours, for there was no power
• Having to rely on snipers to decipher enemies in an unknown land is something I hope you never have to endure
• But I thank the Lord that I went through it all plus more, cause it made me harder than the Earth’s core
• It made the fight in Germany much easier as we charged in like meteors knowing we were doing it for a “right”ful cause
• Everyone was dogging off our backs depending on us to persevere, the whole world was on pause (paws)
• To this day I still can’t believe I made it out of Dresden
• The blasts of MP7’s and MAG11’s made me think for sure I was going to Heaven
• December 6th, 1945. I returned home after surviving enemy attrition for five years
• The frontier sheered many good lives from this planet. When they didn’t get off the plane, their families were shedding tears
• I’m grateful I did and I’ll never forget the sequence of events that landed me in this camo suit
• Or why I give salutes to men on the same route, cause chances are, they’re trying to protect their families too