CHALLENGER'S RAP

• The skies are grey-scale in a prison hue,
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• but I'm wishing they were tinted like my Winter blues.
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• Dismal views will ensue if you grew
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• where your only silver-linings are contrails in a city view.
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• But a stiff upper lip's an unwritten rule,
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• even through a suicide epidemic we're living through.
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• And these pills never stitch a wound,
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• therapists feeling like interrogation interviews.
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• I was over youth when I was underage,
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• memories of Mother crying after she was underpaid.
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• Bullied for my weight & I was wishing I was underweight,
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• I never graduated so there's no careers to undertake.
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• And at this fucking rate, could become a young inmate;
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• run estates bunning haze, fund my ways from cutting weight.
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• Cos every time I tried to see a brighter Summers day
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• I thought of where I was & realise that all the colours fade.
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• (I know) I gotta rise-up on my own,
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• there's no time for me to moan
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• wasting life to get me dough, kidda I know.
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• What it's like to be alone
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• and the strife we see in store's
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• just the price of being born, yeah I know (x2).
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• Not lost within a pseudonym,
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• my art isn't a movie script,
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• I'm marketing a Truman flick.
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• Hardly even improving, shit,
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• I wrote another bar & had to toss it in the loony bin.
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• Don't wanna come across as an illusionist
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• I never made my music with intent of ever doing tricks.
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• Hearing rappers so often with the boujee shit,
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• I bet when you die you'll get a coffin with a Gucci print.
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• Swear down my life's darker than my humour is
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• but you insist I'm doing this to brag about the views it brings.
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• Long accepted I won't make it in this music biz,
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• I never even wanted to; I just wanna be true in it.
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• I could make it so your arse is where the shoe'll fit
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• but hate the tough talk, go be hard up in a uterus.
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• A mental health diary tryna find what the solution is
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• before I split my head & try to figure where the tumour is.
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• (I know) I gotta rise-up on my own,
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• there's no time for me to moan
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• wasting life to get me dough, kidda I know.
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• What it's like to be alone
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• and the strife we see in store's
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• just the price of being born, yeah I know (x2).