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Gun on my hip
Knowledge in my mind
Reflexes of the wild in my spirit
What I bring is death
Upon a horse of any color
I am feared
Upon a horse I ride white
I am prophesized
Rotting to the core
Prepared to apply the danger I am
You were once able to see me
You could have kept me sweet
Instead you had me become hard
Death riding a steed of white