DEFENDER'S RAP

• Why don't I, hand you the knife, let you slice, my wrists twice
• I wish I, could go goodbye, on your nerves, you always on mine
• A million times, I can't decide, who was wrong, or who was right
• Who's the side, the proper line, should I draw, for you or mine
• I'll take the knife, a hundred times, another slice, between you and I
• We separate, between the lines, but who was wrong, who was right
• No one knows, what it's like, trapped here, the darkness hides
• Smothered in, smoke so high, lift my head, now I die
• I speak the truth, my demise, the things that loose, the ones who bind
• Us inside, we cuss all night, there were, them old times
• Those times, when I crossed a line, those times, I walk beside
• Who was wrong, who was right, it doesn't matter, all the time
• Another one, for my time, it may be time, for my goodbyes