CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I was 8 years old, when my father got shoot
• my eyes generated tears, i gotta be bold, that's what my brother told, i looked up so high in the
• sky, faith don't appear in this world, that's why i was wishing to die,
• been years since cancer and my mother fought but finally my mother lost,
• now we're homeless, hopeless
• my bro decided working in drugs just to feed us, we don't wanna get rich,
• we wanted money to survive, money turned ma sis into a bitch
• i sat in a corner, cry a lot, fuck the money, fuck the gold, fuck the fucken wealth
• that we don't want, gangs who killed ma father n ma bro i'm telling em
• Yo it's karma, what you do will soon be done
• no wits in derma no time to run