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Eshon Burgundy
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The Garden
[CHRISTON GRAY]
What a lovely garden
Made for God and man
But this beautiful world is gone
And I long to see my father again
[ESHON BURGUNDY]
Yea uh, you don't know me, you don't know me
But im talking to you like I know you and I know whats better for you
Ill tell you what the problem is listen to me
First of all,I could you miss the (?)
Watch me as I break down
Watch me as I skate around the truth
I know you tryna eat but after that we gon' cop a coop a drop
With a panorama hard top like our boy judas
New york wrist wear that times squarer than frank Mueller's
Promises promises that the devil make
The opposite of commas so your mind should be in better shape
Instead of coppin that rocky that make you levitate
Said you want four thats two couples thats a double date
A double date with death, hold up homie take your breath
Only got so much time for this thing take effect
On the sidelines they over there taking bets
Disobey the guidelines and now you must embrace the threat
Yea, you was rocking with the best
I pray they saved you from the burn like vodka in your chest
So yea, now your manners gettin' cocky with the check
He flipped on you like the cradle plannin' on rocking you to death
The world froze, toe tag laying on his back
So cold you see the smoke when I spoke the fact
The con man was in the shape of a snake
He robbed us up and turned our life and now we fade away we fadin to black
[CHRISTON GRAY]
Please don't believe this dying world will get any better
We chose to kill our selves it was never meant to be
If I could only make you see that your heart has been deceived
By the serpent in the garden and we ate from the tree
[ESHON BURGUNDY]
Bamboozled, hoodwinked
Completely convinced that suicide was a good thing, even though
The tree of life was a good thing
He knew the tree of good and evil would kill his pride and ego and fill his soul
NoW everyone in the hood sing of all the pain
Suburban and rich folks are quick to complain
The world a rotten apple, drop it on the floor
Don't be deceived thinking something pure is at the core
Because it ain't, hit the bank and draw a blank
Cause the riches our in heaven don't get twisted by the reverend either
Living good while the congregation living hood
Selling salvation for big houses and car payments
World peace is way out of our reach
TV and radio play the sermons the devil preach
Saying fire ain't hot warm water is cold
Laugh and taking my cold hard cash selling me dreams
Marketing to people like they marketing to fiends
Selling heaven to everybody everyone is the same
Thats what they claim,treating me like I ain't got no brain
Like they ain't selling crack rock cocaine to felons
Weed eliminates the need for morality
Ends justifies the means and that means salary
The term weight of the world never pertain to calories
This about what it means and what reins true its calvary
[Chorus]
[OUTRO]
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