CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I got a reputation
• So solid that even the gossiping grandmas in the neighborhood stopped knitting just to join in the conversation
• About my unshakable status, backed by education
• That I earned after staying up all night on coffee, Red Bull, and sheer stubbornness, my destination
• Is so far off the map that Google can't even find it, and I'm cruising there on a train powered by my unyielding dedication
• Fueled by the dreams of a kid who watched too many motivational videos on repeat with no medication
• Needed because who needs sleep when you've got ambition keeping you awake like a caffeine IV drip, hesitation
• Isn't in my vocabulary, unless we're talking about when I paused for a full minute at the buffet because the options were endless, and I needed an explanation
• For why the desserts looked so good yet so dangerous, leading to a deep meditation
• In front of the cheesecake that had me questioning all my life choices up to that point, felt the devastation
• Of missing out on Taco Tuesday, but you know what? I turned it into a celebration
• By cooking up a feast at home that had the neighbors banging on the door just to get a whiff, lifting me to a new elevation
• Like the feeling you get when you finally find Wi-Fi in a dead zone—truly a revelation
• That left me questioning how we ever survived without it, breaking down barriers like a wrecking ball on a sugar rush, smashing through any segregation
• Like a kid demolishing a LEGO wall, with the kind of penetration
• That only comes from years of watching action movies and thinking, “Yeah, I could totally do that,” before realizing in demonstration
• That it’s harder than it looks on screen, so now I’m content with just crushing it in the rap game like a verbal ninja in a presentation
• That leaves people more impressed than a surprise pop quiz that everyone thought they failed, my exclamation
• Point is as loud as an alarm clock at 5 a.m., but unlike that dreaded sound, my words bring more cheers than desolation
• And instead of feeling the emptiness of a fridge right before grocery day, I’m on a high from the deprivation
• Of social media detox, don’t worry, I came back just in time for the next viral cat video, which was like a mental detonation
• That blasted away all serious thoughts for a good five minutes, no resignation
• Here, just a refusal to quit like that one stubborn stain on your favorite shirt that won’t budge, despite wild speculation
• That it could be removed with a concoction straight out of a science lab, but honestly, it just needed some fresh air, or as I call it, mental ventilation
• A breath of creativity that’s fresher than the first bite of a crisp apple, which, unlike regulation
• And laws, doesn’t need to be justified by some legislation
• That no one really reads anyway, avoiding degradation
• Like it’s a pothole on the road to success, making sure my worth is beyond their estimation
• Like trying to guess how many jellybeans are in that massive jar, spoiler alert, it’s more than you think and cultivating my growth like vegetation
• In a garden that’s thriving despite my lack of a green thumb, thanks to a little something called renovation
• That’s not just for houses but for dreams that need a fresh coat of optimism to avoid the unnecessary escalation
• Of fear, especially when life demands a last-minute delegation
• Of tasks you forgot to do because you were too busy being awesome, my designation
• Is clear, bring the heat like a summer barbecue while making sure there’s no desecration
• Of the sacred art of chill, so when they try to copy me, it’s just weak emulation
• Yhat crumbles like a cookie under the pressure of a hunger-fueled decimation
• Yeah, that cookie didn’t stand a chance, much like the rumors they spread, which are pure defamation
• That I swat away with the ease of a fly swatter during a southern summer, where recitation
• Of my victories feels more like a victory lap than a chore, I’ll revoke their doubts with a simple revocation
• And then breathe easy with a refreshing exhalation
• Like the sigh of relief after finding out your package wasn’t lost in transit but was just waiting for you behind a bush, leading me to dig deep, almost like an excavation
• Of my own willpower, and reclaim what’s mine in a reclamation
• That’s so thorough it deserves a documentary complete with detailed explication
• Of how I managed to thrive despite the sequestration
• Of my Wi-Fi password, which, as you can imagine, led to some serious segmentation
• Of my time, mostly spent searching for the hidden post-it note where I wrote it down, and if you’re wondering how I manage to stay so cool under pressure, consider this my recantation
• Of all doubts, as I perform a verbal extrication
• Of excuses from my mindset, making sure my ride through life is smooth as silk, like a pro at equitation
• Who doesn’t need a saddle to stay in control, crossing borders and breaking barriers like I’m on a never-ending emigration
• From mediocrity, my ideas spreading wide like an emanation
• Of creative energy that’s unstoppable, even when things dry up like desiccation
• In a desert, I draw from the roots of my derivation
• And keep on thriving, taking what’s mine, leaving no room for deprivation
• Or doubts as I engage in my obstacles’ depredation