The Levy featuring Kitsune

T.K. Reign , Transbian Underground Death Railroad

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A spoken word poem about Donald Trump written by Tk Reign

hip hop rap nerdcore

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T.K. Reign

T.K Reign formely Cross+Fire is the product of the creative mind T.K Lacrosse who has been rapping since 1999. T.K has used other names.

T.K Reign formely Cross+Fire is the product of the creative mind T.K Lacrosse who has been rapping since 1999. T.K has used the rap names Crazy Anthony, Snickrz, Grandmaster T, Zombi Kidd, Angelus Deville, and various other rap aliases. TK's friend later took the name Snickrz when TK Lacrosse took the rap name Cross+Fire. T.K. had previously released material all over the internet. T.K. has been part of rap collectives like Lenetown8, Ohio Boyz, 603 Crew, The 7th Hell Posse, and Easystreet Royals. T.K also was part of non rap musical groups like Ballbusters, Devil’s Insomnia, Killer Kronic Kids, The Co Conspirators, and many others. T.K is also one of the co founders of the instrumental musical group, The Collective Conciousness. Albums Death Of Ego (2026)

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Spoken Word

Charts

#24 in subgenre Peak #7

Author

T.K Reign

Rights

2026 Hollywood Drive Records

Uploaded

March 01, 2026

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.9 MB • 170 kbps • 2:22 minutes

Lyrics

The levy didn’t crack all at once.

It started with a whisper.

A hairline fracture
running through the promises,
through the chants,
through the red hats raised like sandbags
stacked against a rising tide.

We were told the water wasn’t real.

Told the storm was fake news,
that the clouds were liberal propaganda,
that the thunder was just “woke hysteria
trying to scare honest folk.

And so

They voted for the man
who said it was woke
but now it’s broke.

They voted for the man
who pointed at the flood
and called it imagination.

Donald Trump
stood on the riverbank
with a gold-plated shovel
and said,

“There’s no need for a levy.
The water loves you.
The water respects strength.

And some believed him.

Because fear is a strange architect.

It builds trust in loud voices,
in simple answers,
in walls made of slogans
instead of stone.

The levy didn’t crack all at once.

It groaned.

It shifted beneath the weight
of conspiracy and comfort,
beneath the insistence that science was an opinion
and empathy was weakness.

“Drain the swamp, they cried,
while drilling holes
into the foundation.

“Stop the steal, they cried,
while handing over the blueprints
to the storm itself.

The water rose anyway.

Because water doesn’t care
about rallies.

Water doesn’t salute flags.

Water doesn’t pause
for culture wars.

And when the levy finally broke

it didn’t sound like an explosion.

It sounded like silence.

Like empty grocery shelves.

Like hospitals gasping for air.

Like neighbors shouting across fences
that used to hold barbecue smoke
and laughter.

It sounded like truth
finally pushing through denial.

And the flood came rushing in
carrying broken trust,
washed-out norms,
families split like driftwood
bumping into each other
in currents they never asked for.

They said it was woke.

They mocked the warnings.

They laughed at the engineers
measuring pressure.

And now

the homes are underwater,
the savings are soaked,
the futures float past
like photographs in muddy streams.

Because a levy isn’t just concrete.

It’s accountability.

It’s humility.

It’s the quiet understanding
that storms do not negotiate.

But they voted
for the man who called the storm a hoax.

They voted
for the man who said strength meant denial.

They voted
for the man who sold them sunshine
while the sirens screamed.

And now the river runs through the living room.

Now the maps mean nothing.

Now the chants dissolve
in rising tides.

And somewhere

in the distance

you can still hear the echo:

“It was woke,

they said.

But now

it’s broke.

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