A Project STONE Track
Neon lights, but it’s a mirage, Sin City deal with a hidden charge. Blackjack rigged by the Pentagon hand, Strip funded by laundered land. Cameras blink in the eye of fate, Dealers flip chips but surveil your state. Illuminated dome hides occult rites, Shows distract from constitutional fights. From Mandalay’s tower to Hoover’s dam, It’s a desert spell from Uncle Sam. They pull the slots, we lose the thread, Till Zion’s script is fully read. I walked through flame, no shame, no chains, Bled truth in the alley where Caesar reigns. This ain’t a gamble, it's a map, it's a vow, I decode the strip with a prophet's brow.