Jermiside & The Expert

As the fireflies fade from the light pollution/
And bees die, ain’t nobody got the right solution/

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This life is all about the cheddar made, you trying to be forever paid/
Feeling swamped like the everglade/every other day a new baretta sprayed/

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Right on, right on
Black ink scribbled on white sheets

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George Orwell was a profit/
The way he envisioned the future make a dream seem microscopic/

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We got bombs to blow ya whole city with ease/
The canisters hit your door, the c4 lower ya trees/

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The paramedics reached the scene, I keep hearing the people scream/
The scene was a grim reapers dream/

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The government got control on us/religion got a hold on us
But on this planet ain’t a man i know to trust/many laws and lies that’s beholden us, trying to paint a better picture so off the scripture I blow the dust/forsake the lord and take the sword and never deal with the real matters what we’re gravitating toward/what we ignore is we can move on one great a accord, great lord another war we just can’t afford/extremists, make me squeamish, they can’t distinguish between things thats, rеal, and often dreamish/with dogmas they can’t rеlinquish but on the other side who’s to say the universe can’t be seen as genius?/they say its all tall tales like its uncle remus/you on ya knees but ya prayers going up to venus, instead of Jesus/important how you paint it because that metaphysical sh#t, its critical how you paint it/its odd that we stop at God when we can’t explain it, but whats a world full of knowledge if you can’t attain it?/but you can see through the ficads if you get aquainted/People are claiming demigods and they being sainted/what you all claim some call a shame/it ain’t no heart and soul in this life we just all a brain? just a pile of flesh and bone that I call Jermaine? Some thoughts can free you, others are your ball and chain, look at the pain, I wonder if its all in vein, is he a God of love or hate like Charlamaine

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Check, ain’t no love for a thug, when everybody knows no weapons in the club/
Back in the park jams used to step in with the snub/a wack rapper chain we collecting for the grub/hit a lick then we reconnecting at the pub/I know it sound shocking like electric in the tub/shit sick like we infected with the bug/cup runneth over with hate, I’m all about the mug/

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Rabbana atina fiddunya hasanah
Wafil akhirati hasanah, just let me prosper bruh

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Love is when you find you one/to love until ya time is done/
And when she on the line her voice remind you of the shining sun/

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