Christon Gray - The Garden lyrics

[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: 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 d**h, 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' co*ky with the check He flipped on you like the cradle plan on rocking you to d**h 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 [Hook: Christon Gray] Please don't believe this dying world will get any better We chose to k** 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 [Verse 2: 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 k** 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 c**aine 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 [Hook] [Outro] What a lovely garden Made for God and man Oh, but this beautiful world is gone And I long to see my father again