DEFENDER'S RAP

• Uh,
• Yeah the voices in my head, keep on telling me to commit suicide
• Trying to convince me to do it, it’s there life or mine, easy decision, I chose to decline
• Went to the bar to order some wine, tried to ignore the voices, but it was pointless
• Now im voiceless, from all the silent screams, i’m sitting there tears of streams
• Changing up the subject like changing schemes, why are they trying to convince me
• When I die, they die, it’s the butterfly effect, im tired of their antics and disrespect
• The voices keep making me feel neglect, now my mind is perfect to collect
• It’s like my brain is used as a fucking object, I haven’t slept
• Like the way I have been praying to stay alive, they making think twice
• im about to give them their sacrifice, but before I go and sit down, here some advice
• Never listen to your brain, only your heart, it’s the only thing wise
• The voices all keep on telling me lies, so niw im hiding in disguise, yet im still able to get recognized
• Jesus Christ, in the lord name, amen, my head is treated like so playpen
• So im hoping for you to be my savior, get rid of the voices to heed my greatest failure
• Maybe once they are gone, I can finally change my quiet behavior, but right now, I’m in danger
• I used to say your my biggest hater, now I realize I’m the only hater, bigger than Tyler the creator
• Writing my bars down on paper, yet my demons take over, they play a joker in poker
• That aint a thing, they laugh and say im mediocre, acting so tough like a soldier
• But they fire back at me when I give them the cold shoulder
• They tell me to keep the song going until I lose my motor, but it’s solar
• I need luck like the four leafed clover, im fucking dying, yet im disappointing them
• Like how, this is fucking mayhem, just waiting for his to lead me to postmortem
• I’m tired of this shit, why cant nobody save me, why cant nobody realize
• All of the lies, I can’t even apologize, im gambling my life, roll the dice
• I created my own Demise
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• Silent screams aint ever heard, should I even try, or should I submit and die
• It’s like the voices in my head can multiply, bring them to court to justify
• We don’t know who they are or what they identify, but everyday they seem to intensify
• I’d like to testify, they guilty, That is in the whole community
• They getting down and filthy with every opportunity, I pray every Sunday
• Hoping they go away just for a holiday, don’t care when but someday this year
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• Silent screams, silent crying, all these hoes lying, begging for money after dick riding
• They beg for money when I’m dying, so I’m in hiding, just writing and rhyming
• I strike quick, im like lightning, while im climbing, the popularity ladder
• Fell down a few times but it doesn’t matter, im a inconsistent rapper, sometimes even a master
• Sometimes the raps are a disaster, so let’s gather, I’ll be the pastor
• Oh fuck shit bitch, the voices are filled with anger, they changing the chapter
• My mind is what they seek to capture, oh smash it with a hammer
• So now I’m starting to rap a little faster, there goes by dreams to shatters
• What’s worse than being crazy, being crazy and you don’t got manners
• Based off of purity, that’s worse, the voices has found the answers to my powers
• Fuck the doubters, thought you was right but you was wrong, it’s okay here is some flowers
• Just give it a couple hours, they will drop dead, where is the nurse, they need to rehearse
• Thought about features, but I’m one of the teachers, some people are just creatures, on earth
• Sorry the nurses are busy bouncing on it, can we get a few doctors, hand the doctors a extra few unknown dollars
• For seeing the nurses bouncing on it, “hope this covers the bothers” they laugh and say what’s it worth
• A few figures, just regained control, why the hell a nurse bouncing on it, bout to vomit
• But I did the opposite, now she pregnant, gave her a bunch of dollars and left, told her I would not be a parent
• Fuck they took control again, can somebody get the pastor and the exorcist
• I’m pissed, but that ass, look at it, I couldn’t resist, we aren’t a freak, we are a lyricist
• Yet we can still be A lyricist and a person of a weird interest
• That isn’t what we were made for, sometimes we need to explore, or even go to war
• But I have a child on the way 7 months deep, at least I can fall asleep knowing I didn’t cheat
• And a child that I want there to a mini complete me, somebody do who aint a pussy, but aint a bully
• Like me but as a rookie
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• Silent screams aint ever heard, should I even try, or should I submit and die
• It’s like the voices in my head can multiply, bring them to court to justify
• We don’t know who they are or what they identify, but everyday they seem to intensify
• I’d like to testify, they guilty, That is in the whole community
• They getting down and filthy with every opportunity, I pray every Sunday
• Hoping they go away just for a holiday, don’t care when but someday this year