Whiteout
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My city snorted phoenix ashes, this is what's become of it
Stayed between in the lines, now their gentrified and colorless
Wanted nothing more than to be than to be loved the way I am
Now they call me uncle Tom cuz I stopped fighting Uncle Sam
I've watched a gun jam in party of alter egos
The only true story I've heard had no heroes
So I see no reason why a guy would only fight to win
Every game ends the same, box closed, pieces in
I think we keep reachin for the heavens for the hell of it
And tellin God your sorry out of habit is irrelevant
Muscle definition, beit body or brain
Are just the feathers on a peacock both were meant to get you laid
Rain dance for pyromaniacs in a cul de sac
Subtle affirmations of your leaders in a cultic act
Sucks to have to know that there is nothing worth knowing
Armageddon is among and the only thing holy