Thunderdome The Thought (Ft. Whose)

[Verse: The Thought]
Dreaming of the Thunderdome, Jordan Peterson’s a pile of bones
If we choose our own opponents, leave me well enough alone
Unless you’re easing into Eden with a beating from the Roman
That’s an omen I’ll oblige
You would see the road before you full of lies
But the wool-pulled-over eyes gonna get you pulverized
Old despite them all despising me, that’s survival
All my idols either died, or I grew out of denial
Looking far and wide for any rappers to rival me
Left me starving and blind, ‘cause I just stared at the Sun
Though I started behind, still tried to make up the miles
But between me and you, it’s easier said, than done
Punching up been leaving my arms in harm’s way, degraded
Chicken Parm they plated the other day
But I haven’t buttered-up any charming, complacent
Cracker Barrel patrons, to keep the garbage at bay
Yo, bombs befall the Daughters of the Confederacy
Tear down the wall and the “Thin Blue Line”
Sick of it all, how they’re wiping our memories
At the price of our empathy and too many black lives
Christians involved, shit, they’re leading the charge
They’d rather see us turn to Germany than work on these flaws
With a standing applause, comes the death of Democracy
Treason responsibly: put your mask back on