DEFENDER'S RAP

• Your whole career's a borrowed theme a faded desperate dream
• I saw you trying to make it but you just got lost in the stream
• You put on all that armor but I see you’re soft beneath
• A paper thin existence with a plastic wreath
• You stole a little rhythm from an artist out of town
• Didn’t even bother to try to write your own stuff down
• You’re not a poet you’re just a parrot with a mic
• Repeating what you think a real artist should sound like
• You drop names and references you clearly don’t understand
• A tourist in the culture trespassing on sacred land
• You're so desperate for attention it's a tragic sad display
• Like a lost puppy begging to be lived at the end of day
• You brag about your wealth but your soul is running low
• All that glitter ain't gold didn't your parents tell you so
• You're a one trick pony in a race that you can't win
• Just a fragile, sad performance that's running out of sin
• So go on with your pretense with your manufactured pain
• But I'll be here with the real art washing out the stain