CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Sold my soul for this goal I let the devil get a tighter hold,
• Cold, I now write a bold summary of my evil,
• We know to go by the names of kings and people think we're regal,
• Pharoahs and monarch of the dirty game,
• I know that too much love is pain,
• Now listen to me try and rap,
• Every line is black, It all started way back,
• A journey, cliched and full of stereotypical facts,I was eight, when I first spoke to a dealer,
• Mama had scars but chose to conceal hers, We made way less than we deserved,
• So I persevered and looked for a better life,
• Rule 1: you only got one shot to make it right,
• Scarface was my hero, he was televised,
• Times were dark when I made my start,
• Motivations of a criminal sparked, and I left my mark,
• Selling crack, I made racks and relished that,
• My son is too young to know,
• But Ill be out before he grows,
• I sell it by the corner and the derelict hood spots,
• Buy off a blind eye and some benefits through cops,
• Out here its just sink or swim,
• Not taught much in school, so we think of sin,
• Face death every day, but yet to see the reaper win,
• Either a bullet or a different job,
• Work with the Devils accord but pray to the Lord,
• I sold out my own community, women and children,
• And tell myself that was the shape of their fate,
• Im just supplying the market,
• Youngins with no targets, If I don't, somebody else will?
• Sometimes I will wonder how would hell feel?
• Dissociate from my actions, it makes them less real,
• For paper, needed it now not later,
• Mama told me it was wrong, I never listened,
• Crack fiends dying by the dozens, you can list them,
• Everybody knows that Im rich,
• But sometimes Id go in debt to get bricks,
• And I could probably fulfill your next wish,
• No lie, that I ruin lives that once shined bright,
• Some say its a business, and we become stars in the limelight,
• I never think too much, a weakness, in hindsight,
• O.Ds, crime sprees, hospitalizations and layoffs,
• Indeed I pray to succeed in the devils work,
• Distributing crack and needles with a rebels smirk,
• I flooded my neighborhood and made men into fiends,
• In my heydey, I had Gs lend me the green,
• And got people hooked on needles with aids,
• While I make dollars, the real cost is what the people will pay,
• Am I a mafioso or just an opportunist attempting to dream,
• And I pretend life is better than it has ever been,
• But Im ignorant to the obvious, why I carry 3 magazines,
• Why I pretend Im not a cancer to the masses,
• Why I idolised crime bosses,
• And that Im a captive to dark forces,
• I board deaths source by the truckload,
• And ignore that I didn't chose the worst course,
• That every week the plea of my wife is heartfelt,
• Begging me to get out of the cartel,
• I used to think nerds were lame,
• Eulogies of users, Ive seen solemn words in pain,
• Some say they'd be out by next thursday,
• Then seen their family asking where the hearse stay,
• I got a special crib just to give the cops a slip,
• And I carry extra Gs to buy off any stop and frisk,
• Every user will flirt with a kiss of death, And some pimp out their own girls, I broke my own hood, Shattered the stratas, you can't see all the pieces yet,
• Praying on the souls of the weakest left, And I can try, but you can't cheapen death,