CHALLENGER'S RAP

• In time I’d like to take flight, my writing might alight, why fight the tight sights
• Recite my bites of time, sliced by my mind, unwind as I try to excite your minds eye
• Why lie its contrite, the dikes at night fight to rise higher than the bright lights
• Sky scraping Nike signs, mind wiping light blinds, blind to the life signs
• Unrefined then redefined, assigned like parasites
• Just branded, numbered dollar signs, no collars white the stains are on the inside
• Don’t trust you might find your prime time to strike and shine has gone by
• Don’t ask why, do it fast then analyse the facts your reacting in a fashion
• That in no time will have flattened the very patterns you live by
• To find comfort late at night, like the K.Y. by your night light,
• Imagine if the tit for tatter chatter didn’t matter,
• And all the scattered cunts, fucked off back to where they’re from
• That’s when their dumb Mums supply them more funds
• Don’t they see they’re breeding an age of needing supporting?
• Like “Remember the early noughties, dumb cunts now in their forties!”
• I’m not reporting nor contorting, just breaking down what I’m absorbing.