CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I feel my death coming closer every minute every second,
• Days turn weeks it all kind of blends in,
• Meld with depression cancerous my presence,
• Excise my soul then the scalpel gets to melting,,
• Botched attempt try again locked in the leviathan,
• It never ends reaching for the precipice,
• Filled oceans with the tears I've shed,
• Skin dried out symbolic of the desert winds,,
• My pap told me story's about his trips to heaven,
• From his accident in 77,
• His friend died pulling him out divine intervention,
• Saw Mary turn her head as a sign of deflection,
• He was back inside his body in what felt like a matter of seconds,
• Alcohol became and obsession as a form of repression,
• Found him lying dead now the cycle's complete,
• Never heard silence so deafening,
• Dropping pills to suppress - never lying on beats,
• I see him when the moon is in crescent,
• I see him every night when I'm resting,
• Tossing and turning crying for redemption,,
• Will ever I ever bounce back from sickness,
• It's hard to tell God as my witness,
• Truly I will never give in,