Lyrics

Nevermore
Written by JEREMIAH BLIGEN

Verse 1:
You aint got a dollar, You aint worth a cent,
Life - made that clear, here, From the jump./
Hes gassed up, racing to get it the fast way,
Loading up them shells, Black Mask, Sawed off Pump! /
Good Gawd!
Have mercy on a wretched heart,
We don’t know better, even when we do, /
That Pride of Life, Got us lying (lion) to ourselves,
Scars got us jaded. And we’ll (will) kill to take what we think is due. /
Oh Lord.
Stepping on each other, For a piece of cloth,/
For a dead man’s portrait, kill the living, off/
This Hell here, Can’t be the means and the ends,/
At best its average and the mediums a 10./
Fahrenheit,
Yeah, the tensions High.
Too many Cells See Us (Celsius).
Sight, Restrained ,Minds.
But Virgil There is hope,
In the Heat of the Night, (Virgil is a main character from the show The Heat of the Night)
The light of the world,
Comes to make all things right.
Salute.

Hook:
Time Ceases
And Break, the boundaries of this life, To Pieces,
And Shake, the foundation of sin is wasted away,
Eternal the presence of love we yearn for its wake,
A place, where hatred ends and lust is gone,
The panting, of our souls no longer prolonged
The darkness, plaguing our hearts is cured and all,
Things made new, hope in you, it won’t be long,
Nah.

Verse 2:
You aint got a dollar, you aint worth a cent,
Life - made that clear, here, From the jump./
hes out to get it the snatch, stash and dash way,
Wall Street Wolfing, Leo riding white collar up! /
Good God!
Have mercy on a wretched heart,
We don’t know better, even when we do, /
Thirst of the eyes, made us slaves to desire,
Lust stuck to our roots, blood stained to the tooth,
Selling off our daughters for change,
Fathers are lame, sons minds, slaughtered, enslaved,
Justice estranged,
selling our souls for some fame,
Hearts are in pain,
low down dark dirty shame,
Word to the Wayans,
Hold on, there’s hope.
We really don’t belong hair (Not Long, Hair)
Pompadour (Short haircut),
We will overcome it all,
Through faith in the Lord,
There is hope for the Raven,
When he cries to the source.

[Hook]

Ending Bridge:
Nothing on this earth is going to steal my faith,
Take this joy,
Remove this grace,
Redeemer of my soul,
Creator of everything,
Keeper of every tear,
The Soother of every pain,
Giver of salvation,
The Lamb that was slain,
Strength to weary,
Peace to the waves, we’re
Walking on this water no our legs won’t faint,
Keeper of the Saint,
That’s worms for the Raven.
Yeah.