Davis Absolute - Last Supper lyrics

[Intro] While I break bread With those who ain't fed Wine is blood red Clouds overhead Lord I'm so scared (Until you the same) As I take His bread (I can see the rain) It's on fire [Verse 1] Duffle bags with 100 keys 100 locks, to 100 doors (Ah) The one who cops The one who wants it more (Who want it) The one who shot Some get hunted for Some give a lot, get it back Give 100 more Some is rich and some is poor... (I know) Summer's rich, for the summer's poor It's hot on these streets they're on fire now Police on the wire Chase after and tie 'em down (Don't shoot) Taking and giving, eating and drinking (As in the days of Noah) High society living, absent of thinking (Sodom and Gomorrah) Pour up, sit down, what I know The live life, what you dare to Periscope [Chorus] While I break bread With those who ain't fed Wine is blood red Clouds overhead Lord I'm so scared Yeshua bled As I take His bread (The last supper) I see clouds overhead The moon is so red Lord I'm not scared Yeshua bled For those who ain't fed Crown on His head Clouds start to spread (The rain is on fire) [Verse 2] Release the same inhibition when you chained in a prison Flip flop changing religion Gotta get it and go While the record spinning flipping the gold Hitting my goal, get fame let it split my soul Life change, big plane when I'm hitting the coast Rick James on a whiff of the dope Catch a lick when you lose, who knew that the whip Be equipped with the cruise control, that's booze and hope Become a slave to the newest clothes Nude women in the room with both... Myself and I, myself done died, I can't help my pride Overdose when it do what I won't Jeopardized only a man like me can do this alone Mesmerized Salvation be, waiting on me What I'm banking on and my tank on E Fall on my face, glorious, victorious Sin at war with us My flesh on the edge, control the lust Even though in my soul I know it's just... Consequence of this evil Lord protect our people From the lust of the heart, sacrifice this gift of God Misfits we flip the law Lord help us all, off the shelf the helpless fall Into the life of the dead and gone The phenomenon, of a life lived fast no ramadan God is king comma, confidant Undefeated He rules this octagon Undefeated He rules this octagon [Chorus] While I break bread With those who ain't fed Wine is blood red Clouds overhead Lord I'm so scared Yeshua bled As I take His bread (The last supper) I see clouds overhead The moon is so red (rain) Lord I'm not scared Yeshua bled For those who ain't fed Crown on His head Clouds start to spread (Last supper)