CHALLENGER'S RAP

• day and night do not exist, nor do 24's by 7 days, divided by, 3 remain free,
• like days detain me till im inflamed from rage
• its insane b, tortured for pleasure, feeling strangely, just to disengage me
• this pain in me, cleared the paths, killing maself on the daily
• till hands tremble left with flesh when stumbling upon death,
• money doubles depressed seeming always stressed, whats this life
• that cuts our ties to fight despite being down on that activated sprite,
• like they stay exaggerating flight, its not high that illustrates a state of mind
• opened like cooperating with the duality so i split mine,
• two doors for the mindset one to get kicked and another to spit rhymes,
• seems i hit clouds when aiming for a dime if i was you nothing but a 9
• eaten by a 7, but never sent to heaven, eyes stay low call a nigga repo
• so many bodies for bullets reaping the grim
• cuz death came to you before he came got him,
• this just hot shit with word play,
• you could think a nigga raised this way
• like being in class never waved your hand,
• just understand, i'm back at it from ma own demand
• cuz its not like i gave a damn, before, as we write for conscious light
• seeming inspired when wylin we getting whats hitting jab the mike
• like all im spitting fists bite, talking that circle block like death come
• like a walk in the park cut ma self to bleed then im talking to sharks