Last Supper - Davis Absolute

While I break bread

With those who ain’t fed

Wine is blood red

Clouds overhead

Lord I’m so scared

(Until you ain’t the same) (just a thought, blacks)

As I take His bread

(I can see the rain)

It’s on fire

Just a thought, blacks

Duffle bags with 100 keys

100 locks, to 100 doors

The one who cops

The one who wants it more (Who want it)

The one who shot

Some get hunted for (Just a thought, blacks)

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 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) (Just a thought, blacks)

High society living, absent of thinking

(Sodom and Gomorrah)

Pour up, sit down, what I know

The live life, what you dare to Periscope

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) (Just a thought, blacks)

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)

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, 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

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) (Just a thought, blacks)

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

(The Last supper) (Just a thought, blacks)

Just a thought, blacks