The Garden (feat. Eshon Burgundy)

[Christon Gray]

What a lovely garden

Made for God and man

Oh, 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 I'm talking to you like I know you and I know what's better for you

I'll tell you what the problem is, listen to me

First of all [?]

Watch me as I break down

[?] Me as I skate around the truth

I know you tryna eat

But after that we gon' cop a coop, a drop

Or the Panamera, hard top like our boy Judas

New York wrist wear, that time's squarer than Frank Mueller's

Promises, promises that the devil make

The opposite of common sense, your mind should be in better shape

Instead of coppin' that rocky that make you levitate

Said you want four that's two couples, that's 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 takin' 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 man is gettin' cocky with the check

He flipped on you like the cradle plan on rocking you to death

Oh, yea

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 of eternal 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 ourselves, it was never meant to be

And if I could only make you see that your heart has been deceived

By the serpent in the garden when 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

Suburbian, rich folks, quick to complain

The whole 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 the blank

Cause the riches are in heaven, don't get twisted by the reverends 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

That's 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

The end justifies the means and that means salary

The term weight of the world never pertain to calories

I think of what it means, and what reigns true is Calvary

[Christon Gray]

Please, don't believe this dying world will get any better

We chose to kill ourselves, it was never meant to be

And if I could only make you see that your heart has been deceived

By the serpent in the garden when we ate from the tree

What a lovely garden

Made for God and man

Oh, but this beautiful world is gone

And I long to see my Father again