(Intro)
I poured my soul into the MAGA cause, thousands of hours lost without a pause, video production, graphic design, original tracks, no flaws, even a custom song for the man fighting the deep state's claws.

(Verse 1)
I didn't leave Trump, the betrayal was unidirectional, a stunning reversal, purely fictional, he called his supporters "garbage" then switched his position, dismissed us as nuisances for wanting Epstein transparency, a mission, he treated dedicated foot soldiers like disposable agitators, a gut-punch of disrespect, a move for the traitors.

(Chorus)
This ain't about delays, it's a litmus test for the soul, Epstein's global web of child trafficking taking its toll, victims testified through the jeers and the threats, while he brands the push for files a "Democratic hoax," placing his bets, no unsealing, no indictments, just evasion for the elite, protecting the pedophiles, admitting defeat.

(Verse 2)
This protectionism reeks of complicity, a moral deficiency, why shield the wolves in the bunkers while preaching "America First" efficiency, he flippantly dismisses supporters who want the files unsealed, echoing the very elitism he claimed he wanted repealed, it's not strategy, it's sin, a path he can't win, questioning his path to heaven while burying the evidence that could damn the damned, a slam.

(Bridge)
Scripture is clear, you harbor wolves, you invite the judgment near, he torpedoes his own redemption, feeding the fear, prosecutions aren't optional, they're obligatory, crystal clear, without them the files are just a Pandora's box of poison, a souvenir, proving "drain the swamp" was just theater for the rubes, sticking us with the spears.

(Outro)
Theater for the rubes, just theater for the rubes, yeah, he played us for fools, just theater for the rubes, no justice, no cause, just poison and flaws.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025


Litmus Test - Epstein


Born where the sirens never sleep, mama prayed I’d break the streak,
But the block raised me quicker than them lessons from the priest.
Cold nights, ramen steam, bullets hum a melody,
Dreams get auctioned cheap, respect’s the only currency.

Homie flipped for a bag, thought he’d never tell,
Now he feeding info straight to them feds through cell.
I see the venom in his eyes, fake dap, fake smile,
He forgot who taught him hustle, who walked that mile.

So now I sit in this Cutlass with a fifth on my lap,
Got that 40 by the dash, can’t be sleepin’ no nap.
It’s survival, no revival when the trap go loud,
So I’m prayin’ to my mama while the thunder get proud.


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Hook (x2)
Mama I don’t want to die,
and I don't want to see a tear drop from your eye,
but this snake keeps coming by,
it’s either me or him so I'm gonna ride.


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Verse 2:

Look—
Every choice feel like sin when the streets choose you,
You can’t dodge karma when the beef déjà vu.
I done lost more homies than I got fingers for,
Even God look tired keepin’ score.

Mama’s letters smell like sage, tryna cleanse my rage,
But I’m locked in a duel, same plot, new page.
Snake slither through the shadows where my childhood stood,
Now the playground’s a graveyard, misunderstood.

Ain’t no peace in my sleep, I keep hearin’ them names,
Ain’t no therapy when pain the only thing that remains.
So I kiss that cross, light a blunt, feel the flame,
Told myself I ain’t dyin’ in vain.


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Hook (x2)
Mama I don’t want to die,
and I don't want to see a tear drop from your eye,
but this snake keeps coming by,
it’s either me or him so I'm gonna ride.


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Verse 3:

It’s a cold war outside, no medals, just scars,
You either end up in a cell or a mural on cars.
But I’m built from that struggle, baptized in smoke,
Every setback I faced, I turned into quotes.

See the snake made a move, thought I wouldn’t react,
But the code we live by—ain’t no takin’ that back.
When it’s do or die, morals get revised,
Even angels turn demons when they’re cornered and tired.

So I whispered to the wind, “Tell mama I tried,”
If I go tonight, let my name ride high.
And if the snake get caught, let his soul see mine,
We both victims of the same grind.


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Hook (Outro)
Mama I don’t want to die,
and I don't want to see a tear drop from your eye,
but this snake keeps coming by,
it’s either me or him so I'm gonna ride.
I’m gonna ride...
I’m gonna ride...


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