CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'm starting out as a amateur, I ain't on Santa's good list,
• An' that stairway to heaven, I'm hanging off of the banister,
• I choose a life a' art, I don't wanna be a gangsta,
• Try and martyr myself for a couple grams and manage the,
• Pain and disdain man has got for my name,
• I try to do good, but what is good to a chain?
• Materialistic youth, this our generation,
• So aloof to the fact that our vanity is plaguing,
• Our ways an', all that money we scraped to save an',
• Our personality, coz' them new J's just another phase,
• Updated the craze, outdated in a couple a' days,
• Your ideas are burnt out like an ashtray,
• May I ask if I may, betray society and defy it's,
• Bullshit tenants and pray, that my priorities aren't played,
• Like a game of monopoly, caught in the monotony,
• Of a neverending lease that begins to never seize,
• Please God accept my plea, to see and not be deceived,
• That for my family tree, light and water is received,
• I know plenty well, I ain't done good deeds,
• But what worth are laws if you don't got thieves,
• That feed, off a' society and lead authority onto they knees,
• Feel the breeze that rushes past as they let the lead release,
• Next one hits your head fast and then sets your mind at ease,
• I don't care how pretty your please is, my decline an ugly nigga,
• Put you on your knees, leave you deceased, when he pull that trigger,
• No one will identify you, one adjective to describe you,
• Disfigured figure with lips more swollen than Jigga's,
• Ha, I'm sorry it ended this way, this ain't no game you can play,
• You were gifted with a crop of talent, but when you lose it,
• Good luck not getting stabbed by the needle in the hay,
• I got little else to say, your brittle rhymes ain't straight,
• I leave you with something to study, don't procrastinate.