CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Either I’m too behind or they say that I knew somethin
• Six million ways to die, choose one
• But I’m supposed to be the same old guy, who’s/whose puppet?
• Tryna fly above but can’t make it by through customs
• This lofi music, I don’t cry through it
• But I’m pissed at everything, can’t control my blueprint
• I did try and write some more positive lyrics
• But a voice in my head wasn’t wantin to hear it
• The lines became blurred between hardship and friendship
• Other people tried to tell me, I’m startin to get it
• The planet keeps spinnin and it’s hard to accept it
• Comfort comes once a year and the partin is endless
• They always gonna check it, just not get the message
• Now matter how fuckin strong that I pen it
• Everybody wants somethin, one job and I’m sweatin
• Climb the stairway to heaven and barf at the entrance
• If I say shit ain’t all good, it all gets more hectic
• I’m thought of as psychotic and they call me a menace
• Words are twisted, blurrin vision, now our thoughts are the weapons
• But talk and get censored, all is lost within seconds
• Why do hands on our shoulders have to get older?
• Till the children we once were are practically soldiers
• Why don’t you carry me on YA back for a moment?
• I’m just tryna relax when the battle is over
• A class of my own is bound to get lonesome
• But can I shake hands with the talons of vultures?
• So I leave myself stranded in a talented culture
• No balance, just actin how a rapper’s supposed to
• With 007 starin back from that poster
• Should I act happier? Colder? The master? The joker?
• The rabbit? The cobra? Start actin impulsive?
• Am I just ya average casual poser?
• Should I turn my back? Smile and laugh like I won’t front?
• Why exactly can’t I be a man and just own up?