Dear Summer

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VERSE 1
British sea side resorts sun burnt vest lines and shorts
Patriotism tells immigrants to get back to the port 
From the sun burnt know it all with cartoon tattoos
Trying to make his country great with his extremist right views
Iron gut from hops hop hop to the loo
20 pence to try stop smack heads from doing what they do
Fat fucks divulging in frozen calf feed
The merry go rounds still lost in the same spot as last week
Cellulite, moobs, varicose veins
Society stains, Britain unchained
Brexit complains, exiles in Spain 
School dinner massacre round 2 of Dunblane
Jamie Oliver blames you for what you've did to these brats
Rolls up to school gates taking out all who is fat 
Headlines read "you want some burger sauce with that"
Katie Hopkins with her blame finger smug whilst she aims at 
Anything that slightly disgruntles White privileges 
Brain dead nationalists experts in pillages 
From game meat to Wall's, cities or villages 
A retarded high horse stud fucking the Britannic 

VERSE 2
You can't argue with black and white when it's robots policing streets
We are nature, mathematics grey area
Finding flaws in our holograph - particles of uncertainty
I find flaws in myself when you look at me a certain way
As if I truly am a self a separated entity
Most folk are simple only discuss who will win the league 
Engage in small talk about the weather and moan about the autumn leaves
Goodbye summer, hell has frozen over
No more 50 year cycles but they forecast it to get colder
Nationalism, police state, factories full of un-purchased shit
No employment line, employments now an urban myth
Abolished health care plagued with the starved and sick 
We went from a junk food culture to unwillingly starving kids 
We went from a junk food culture to unwillingly starving kids

VERSE 3
I wanna bask in the sun, I wanna bask in the sun 
I wanna glass full of rum, I wanna glass full of rum 
I wanna have me some fun but I can't have none 
Cuz neoliberalism just merked everyone
Boom, bust, boom, bust, boom, bust, crash
The final depression the days of last
Then we flooded the globe because of greed and class
No tickets for the arc with this worthless cash 
You will die down here for your planet is trashed 
And when the summer melts the ice it reveals our ash 
Dear summer 

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from Waste of Air LP, released December 22, 2017
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

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Gimson UK

Gimson (pronounced Gym-Sun) is a Hip hop artist with a thick and distinctive West Country accent. The socially awkward 6 foot 4 inch rapper from Bath is a crude poet with a depth of imagination that is dark, cold and hard hitting. His raps are a social commentary consisting of heart breaking tales, dark humour and picturesque imagery. ... more

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