CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• i aint got money stacking up at my front door
• i aint got a stash building up in my piff draw
• but im not piss poor i just get nicked by the law
• everytime i got drugs i pull the short straw
• they allways seem to be just round the corner
• its because of them that i never make a dollar
• all my doughs a gonna and im not talkin pizzas
• im talking hard earned cash that i take to streets of
• the scum in the gutter were all the leaves clutter up
• fucking up your chances of living if your sitting up
• waiting for a mate tryna find you in the rain
• but what if he got lost in the bumpy terrain
• its all the same everyday everynight
• you wanna sleep or live life under the lime light
• open your eyes to a devine sight
• every bother keeping you top of keeping your rhymes tight
• waking up everyday feeling in third person
• i see myself in the mirror with my scars burnt in
• in my stomach all i feel is the churnin i feel sick
• too many materialistic
• possessions i think we all aught to use some lessons
• to stop buying shit that we use once and never seconds
• all this crap that well never fucking need
• is making all those little kids in bangladesh bleed
• so that we can play with toys and then eat peas
• go to our four poster beds and kick some zzzz
• crackheads on the street itchy arms like they got fleas
• police on patrol not botherin to stop thieves
• we're autumn leaves packed on the road like sardines
• one dream to be noticed like actors on a large screen
• i wanna put all of my lyrics on a track soon
• so i wont be lost for words like in a vacuum
• i try not to lie im not any girl in a chat room
• imma tycoon power over nature like typhoons
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