CHALLENGER'S RAP

• We all got a death sentence,
• Doesn't matter if it's in 10 years or in 10 seconds,
• We pretend peers live forever,
• But we can't surrender that idea,
• Is God real?, ugh, next question,
• I don't really care,
• I'm just breathing air,
• So that I can share my thoughts, while you just sit in prayer,
• I'm just a skeleton,
• An empty shell with a voice box, I'm hesitant to tell you why this void sucks,
• Cause secretly I love it,
• But I don't think I can trust, any part of myself to stomach all the lust,
• I'm spreading my fingers apart,
• Hoping that the art I make can fill in the spaces unarmed,
• With the hate, that so horribly placed my broken heart
• Into such a state of complete and utter aggression,
• See my other reflection,
• Laughing at me, happy to be, nothing but a lie
• I won't just be another sucker to mess with cause I'm,
• Behind my eyelids there's a virus,
• Telling me that my iris will help me see the diamonds,
• But all I see is violence,
• Apparently we're lifeless but since everyone is silenced when they sleep,
• We just cry inside our dreams,
• Freeze, don't you move another muscle,
• Please, won't you choose to love the struggle,
• Of the underdog, just put a muzzle on this Russel and come summer fall,
• Spring or winter we'll sing and whimper our pain away,
• My skin is thinner because of too much stress and decay,
• I can't convey, what I really feel,
• Cause if I did, I would die, instantly,
• I don't mean metaphorically I mean, physically, (physically)
• Only death would allow me to do it,
• But until then, that secret and I are congruent,
• All my bones, shiver inside this blanket of flesh,
• But just a sliver of hope's, enough to rid the stress, cause
• I'm a skeleton,
• I don't have the comfort of flesh, nevertheless I still keep dressed,
• So the stress doesn't cripple me,
• Come sit with me
• And feel the human condition when you listen to my symphony,
• Regret and guilt, built who I am today,
• I let the quilt of my flesh, surround me in every way,
• The stitches rip up my skin and it sticks and pinches my veins,
• I spit what I feel in mics cause it makes the pain go away,
• But hey, I like my body, and what's in store,
• Not just my arms and my brain, but every neuron
• Not just the toes or the head, but nearly every floor,
• I merely envy your,
• Severely empty core,
• I'm purely ready for another journey to endure, cause
• I'm a skeleton,
• I don't have the comfort of flesh, nevertheless I still keep dressed,
• So the stress doesn't cripple me,
• Come sit with me
• And feel the human condition when you listen to my symphony,