CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Congratulations, you’ve got cancer, you’ve finally won.
• Doctor was it not just an abssess?
• Sorry, no, it’s party time son!!!! All the drugs you’ve ever wanted to do, all the drugs that you want are coming to you.
• But doctor, you told me that I was to live? That there was nothing to test? No blood to give?
• Our departments hard-pressed and we won't test things unless they have us distressed. Take some time to digest, it is normal to be depressed. I expressed you invest in The super platinum gold insurance card scam, or joined the military and had your way paid by good old uncle Sam. Don't worry son, you're now the new generation of chemical abusers it's perfectly fine to be addicted to drugs without fear of prosecutors!
• It’s okay now, you’ve earned it, now that you’re too sick to enjoy it. Take your pills and injections, suppositories and creams… when you were told if you went near them your virgin asshole would get reamed. You’d get fucked by big jim in jail and you’d get impailed if you did drugs, got caught and failed.
• after the system has terrified you of them all your life and you've been followed and monitored by the recruiters, accusers, being paid to scan for substance abusers, the god damn evil doers.....
• Thats how we keep our citizens in line, we threaten them with violent rape without lubrication, potential contraction of aids or raids where your family will get shot or you’ll get killed in front of them and you’d deserve it, you drug addict cock.
• Things have changed now! It’s different son. These aren’t the same type of drugs these are different ones. This Vicodin they added ancetimetamine to, so it’ll destroy your liver just to protect you! Don’t worry about your liver getting destroyed when a few pills wasn’t cutting the pain, the mental fog or the noise Ive got something better here is your oxycotin my friend… when in a bend, hillbilly heroins a trusted old friend
• While it may not have hurt you too bad before when you were healthy, if you could call an american that now that you’re dying, and each of your organs are at war, shutting their doors, depleting your life stores…
• It’s okay to get fucked up, and nod out from the high. Thats your job now, just lay in this hospital bed until you die. It’s the most expensive hotel that you will ever find. The kind that will leave you with bedsores on your front and behind… but at least you won’t risk going to jail and you’ve done nothing illegal, won’t be going to hell.
• You send you your wife to the drug store, and when she returns you hear of the horrible junkies strung out on heroin, hardcore, laying on the ground next door she implores, in uproar, "If I wasn't here with you, I would be going door to door" ... "but I came right back baby through the corridor" past those jacked up junkies, its so uncalled for... while you lay here dying they lay in thilth and gore until they steal for more, as they need to score.
• Baby, the nurse is coming with water so I can give you your dose. Can you eat, I've got some dry toast. Little does she noticed how quickly his body morphs as he's now a junky engorged in the societal expection of what you are supposed to do when society tells you, bitch you got cancer and you're fucking screwed
• His records are in pharmacies and doctors files and not in those of the courts and probation reports
• The only score being kept are the ones of the bills that keep piling as the heads of the corporations, grin wider, sick smiling. The most expensive hotel bed in history is the uncomfortable, crowded, stressful and loud ones where everyones dying. The room service is shit and half of the guests are crying. Then your family can spend half of the rest of their lives paying for your visit in the worst place you’ve been in your life.
• I'm convinced it won't be meteors, that kill us like the dinosaurs or the witches that were hunted or the jews thrown in reservoirs. It’ll be our own swords, that we decide to fall on, and it’ll be because we had no rights because we refused to call them. It’ll be our own swords because we decide to fall on them.
• But at least, near the end they make sure we’re all too drugged to see the cracks in the system that could expose the truth. Invalid as a child, Crazy as a youth, too busy as an adult, and then the dying on is you. Too fucked up on drugs to care and if you do, fuck it, you’re fucked up and you’re dying. What the fuck are you supposed to do?