CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Momma work two, dad under the blue
• Dealing with collectors all the bills over due
• Only 17 living this life, just to get through
• Only advice I ever got, was push through
• See I'm in a, fucked up position so, started selling drugs
• Family so poor so, I'm slanging with 'em thugs,
• Loading slugs, I'm not about to be, pulling out 'em plugs
• Cause my family got a eat, n' daddy need chemo
• My whole life, I never felt like an equal
• Always stood out, like a shitty sequel
• And my dad pop his veins and he, stick it with a needle
• So the money that I'm getting, ain't nothing 'bout it legal
• But I do it for my family cause, they really need the money
• And if I don't get it we all gon' be, living on an empty tummy
• But most of all is the fact, that my dad
• Is living with cancer so, I'm really fucking mad
• Momma got two jobs, living with arthritis,
• And them needles prolly gon', give my daddy hepatitis
• Look I'm praying, I need the golden touch
• And I ain't talking 'bout Midas, I need something really clutch
• Forgive Lord for selling all of these narcotics
• But pills don't cure the cancer, no antibiotics
• And my mom was always stressing, so I blessed her with this blessing
• And that was money and time off, but now I'm the one expressing
• I got suicidal thoughts and my, mind is distressing
• Life been so depressing and, no I'm not progressing
• Never felt love like, what the hell is caressing
• I just need some help, cause my mind is repressing
• And sh*t... here comes the bill collector
• 1-800, someone dial the funeral director
• Cause I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take it
• Got pistol pointed at my head, one shot then it hit