DEFENDER'S RAP

• Woke up today with the sun sneaking through the blinds like it’s got something to say, but I’m not ready for that conversation, so I pull the covers over my head
• Phone buzzing on the nightstand like it’s got the latest news, but I’m too lazy to check, just hoping it’s something good, or at least something to get me out of bed
• But instead, I just lay there, half-asleep, half-awake, caught in that in-between where dreams feel more real than the day ahead
• Finally, I roll out, feet hitting the cold floor, but I don’t mind, it’s a familiar chill, like the world’s way of saying “get moving, time’s ticking
• I stumble to the bathroom, mirror’s looking back at me like “you again?” and I just nod, like yeah, it’s me, same face, different day
• Splash some water on my face, trying to shake off the fog, but it clings like morning mist, so I grab my toothbrush and go through the motions
• Thinking about breakfast, but the kitchen’s probably empty, so I’ll just grab whatever’s quick and head out, maybe toast if I’m lucky
• But first, gotta find my stuff always scattered like a scavenger hunt, so I retrace my steps
• Eventually, I’m ready to go, or at least ready enough, so I head out the door, the world waiting with that same old routine
• Walking down the street, earbuds in, music blasting, trying to drown out the noise of the day, but it’s still there, just quieter
• I see the usual faces, the ones I’ve known forever, or maybe just a day, but they nod like we’re all in this together
• Thinking about all the things I gotta do, the stuff I put off yesterday, but somehow today feels too short to get it all done
• So I just keep moving, one foot in front of the other, hoping something interesting happens, but not really expecting much
• The day drags on, a blur of moments that blend together, each one feeling like a repeat of the last, but with just enough difference to keep me on my toes
• Eventually, it’s time to eat, but I’m not in the mood to cook, so I just grab whatever’s easy, maybe something from the fridge that doesn’t require too much effort
• After that, it’s back to the grind, or maybe just another distraction, something to fill the time until the sun sets
• But before I know it, the day’s almost gone, and I’m wondering where it went, how it slipped through my fingers without me noticing
• So I take a moment to just sit there, thinking about what I did, or didn’t do, and how tomorrow’s probably gonna be more of the same
• But there’s something comforting in that, in the repetition, the familiarity of it all, like a song you know by heart, even if you’re tired of the tune
• Eventually, I decide to do something productive, or at least pretend to, but I get sidetracked, lost in thought, or maybe just lost
• Time flies, or maybe it crawls, I can’t really tell, but the sky’s getting darker, and I’m thinking about what’s next
• The night’s got its own rhythm, a different beat, but it’s just as predictable, like a slow jam that lulls you to sleep
• But I’m not ready for bed just yet, still got a few things to do, or maybe just a few more minutes of nothing
• Finally, I give in, turn off the lights, and crawl under the covers, hoping for a dream that’s better than today
• But knowing that tomorrow’s just around the corner, waiting with that same old routine, the one I know all too well
• As I drift off, I’m thinking about what could’ve been, what might be, but mostly just about how I’ll do it all again
• I stumbled over fragments of thoughts that slipped between the cracks of my mind like water through a sieve made of half-formed regrets
• Fragments of something lost in translation, ideas that seemed important but now only linger like the scent of rain after the storm forgets