CHALLENGER'S RAP

• /// Verse 1 \\\
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• Seventeen with crooked dreams and not a real direction
• Stack every lesson till it shapes like a geometric section
• The intersection of perfection with the wreckage of my rejection
• Built a vessel out of questions, resurrection by reflection
• Every record just a reckoning, a second for inspection
• Of the self I kept neglecting in the shadow of projection
• I used to front like everything was settled and arranged
• But the angel on my shoulder had a halo that was stained
• The devil on the other one was just me, unexplained
• Two versions of the same person always switching up the frame
• Now Im watching how the pattern of behavior had me chained
• To a comfort I mistook for being stable in the pain
• The builders of doctrine built the box Im thinking in
• Been coloring the walls until the color starts to dim
• Coltrane found his God inside a diminished chord and gin
• I found mine in the rhythm and the discipline of skin
• And bone and tone, the cyclone starts to spin
• Then settles, I was never hollow, just been growing from within
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• /// Verse 2 \\\
• Some people keep photos in a shoebox by they bed
• Every face a different chapter of a life they never said
• Out loud, the cloud of everything they carried in their head
• Just settled in the silence like a season that had shed
• Its color, makes me wonder if its color that we dread
• To lose, or just the proof that something actually lived instead
• Im calibrated different, call it gifted or a glitch
• The wiring was specific, somewhere living in the pitch
• Between the frequency of genius and the frequency of itch
• That makes you scratch until your digging in a ditch
• Basquiat was doing that before they flipped the switch
• From crown on a wall to crown on a canvas, same kid, different rich
• Been a student of the motion, call it Newton, call it growth
• The action and reaction living equally in both
• Give me something and Ill multiply it, give you back the most
• Compound interest, I invest in every comma, every note
• The margin of the paper where I wrote the antidote
• For everything they said I wasnt, I became the quote
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• /// Verse 3 \\\
• I keep the frequency ascending while the static tries to crowd
• The signal, I been quiet but mistaken it for loud
• The kind of silence that accumulates and forms a cloud
• Then breaks, and everything I built was built without the shroud
• Of certainty, just clarity, I never needed proud
• I needed present, and Im finally present and endowed
• With time, the only currency they never got to vow
• To take from me, so I invest it in the here and now
• The orbit of the mediocre keeps a gravitational pull
• You either break the atmosphere or settle in the lull
• Ive been burning through the exit while theyre waiting on the bull
• Market, mind is real estate and mine was never null
• They wanted walls around the property to keep the borders full
• I wanted windows, now the architectures beautiful