CHALLENGER'S RAP

• people often talk about the fight or flight response which isnt the actual root thats inbehind its cause
• it's the logic or lack of its addition inside of thoughts thats pushing impulses from anger or fear evolved
• the belief that the world is either in hand or palm or perceiving incoming threats and reacting before there drawn
• but your canvasas just as blank full of only an empty space untouched because your nightmares are actually just wet dreams of sorts
• learn to love your opponents dont even bother with bottling up your rage at all
• your vengeance is just an evilness thatll stain your conned -conscienecs left afraid until youve gone and assigned it love
• you'll often end up with your psyche left tired and constantly tied in knots tired and exhausted from your lifes facades
• forcing smiles when inside yourself youve died and rot then at night when all the light outside has dried and dulled
• you lie awake with the little different times you've lostthey're all victims of the monsters youve designed yourself
• but the picture isnt perfect so remind yourself disingenuous behaviours all arive as false
• here's reality in your size just go and try it on.you'll find vibrance when your sight has readjusted on
• the unfabricated life and plain of time you walk
• alot of your fuckin rain's a summers day thats hot
• the hollow world of yours is not encased in frost
• just break from the fogs that then persuade your thoughts .
• barriers and brigades will only find they fall
• these linear headed lines insures that time dissolves
• and trivial meaning in its self will redefine afthem false
• ignoring approaching fires and the demise of scorched
• forest of burning leaves with trees inside engulfed
• the finality of the beast after it slides across
• the reality of the scenes of which we're blinded to
• but defenses always fail without the mindful sought
• reasons inbehind our effort tried as law
• then we wonder why embetterments not arrived at all
• forgetting about the problems that we drive into (in-tah)
• consequences that have arised out from our pride of self
• perception is a bitch at the time as a
• utopoian met location tropical island sun
• shining down though the clouds of childs ink we've drawn
• not permanent just a slight abrasion finds its off
• the language that defines us it's isnt dried at all
• so much time left to invision a different kind of self .
• only lifting above a finger theres not pry's involved
• a utensil ment for leverage is your mind itself
• not the additional little tweaks that you provide yourself
• biomechanical in there nature but the price is downlike antiques when they're repainted not like the stock on shelves
• creating a different version in the lies we tella giant up in the skies or just at 5 feet tall
• but everyone here is equal so size it out or be eaten up by the egos when their tides evolve
• to a monolith in a dive that will subside your health,armgeddon is just a product with a by in front
• drawing your attention astray from whats really right or wrongare you living in dim lit silence of the night in dark
• or wishing upon a star with light in rays of hopeor afraid to just accept into your days alone
• theres a stone of hope within of the nest of fragments lost
• awaiting a lost sight to regain itself look upon
• of its placement encased in thought still a flame in the permafrost left constrained in a different part
• streching walkways away to far
• destinations unscaved unscarred
• only painted with echoed warmth to embrace things the way they are instead tricking ourselves with all
• of these different way we ignore, the core of the burning problems
• only worrying thoughts upon the perceptions of molten rocks and the symptoms when they all cross
• eachother from journy on the trajectory course of long
• likelyhoods that we've knownand shouldve directed off
• to a different path when acknowleged but with the rails twisted off
• we figure we'll keep upon it maybe wont flip us off
• but it does and its sort of oddhow we're cleverly and ironically
• getting fingers they're flipping off but directed from our own faults
• whether admitted by us or not we're celibate cell mates hostage
• and the hell that we live in spanwed in they're build with our filthy conscience
• also known as the building blocks of our conscience. fictitious stories they're filling our tales with caution.