Eko121 - Un Nuovo Giorno lyrics

[Verse 1] Cash to ashes, trust to dust It pleased the Dad to crush the Son Then we came and filled Him up with holes No Shia LaBeouf He married to us, though He ain't tired of us We talkin' Hosea, man That bride was us Lord, can you please wake Tabitha up? He rose her Like "I'mma let you finish but Please make your way to the back of the bus." They staring at the front But the riot is up He's unsung Even when the choir is up And I can't take credit for no "nice flow" Because without the Holy G, though I would probably write slow And I ain't talking speed Talking mentally Like them dudes that whack rap But they're covered in ice though They claim they got bread And yeah they might, though But they ain't truly eatin' Like China when they rice low (low) [Hook] I thought that I could find my way back home Turned around and bread crumbs was gone And now I'm stuck tryna rap to the throne I'm praying that this mic is on (They're Gone) [Verse 2] This flesh be my weakness These demons keep repeating to me all of the deeds I tried to keep secret Coach asked, "What wins games?" We said, "Defence." Put that armour on Like Paul in Eph-ee-sus Or was it Ephesus? Man, I forgot the belt of truth And my pants fell And now I'm climbing out this ink well Tears falling down Lord, I meant well Feeling blind with a sword like Denzel I wanna tour in the PGA But yo it seems I can't get up of this course with these windmills And the pastor say If I can't find faith Then droppin' a couple Yen will So I'm staring at this gold plate Thinking this gas money I got in my pocket Will pay to get my soul straight But I left feeling empty like the gas tank Left alone to fight clubs like Brad Hanks Or was it Tom Pitt? Either way life's an empty box of chocolates Tell me what I'm gon' get An empty heart shape I'm tryna pa** Go But it feels these treadmills is on Park Place Smile on me Lord like Scarface Cuz I can hardly see the Light, I'm in a dark place Then they covered Him in red like Target (Tar-jay) And the sky faded black like dark grey This is for those that's reading their Bibles Tired of folks that don't tryna talk about it the most Not tryna condemn Just tryna promote That O double F symbol on the remote Television's box of lies Perverting the eyes With dark lights and white lies Even Satan, himself, can wear Heaven's disguise Might be your televangelist Don't be surprised [Hook] I thought that I could find my way back home Turned around and bread crumbs was gone And now I'm stuck tryna rap to the throne I'm praying that this mic is on Turned around and bread crumbs was gone