paroles de chanson Road to Damascus - Kaelen Ruder

Made a mistake that shook me up a little bit
Like San Francisco, earthquake when it hit
Everytime I go hard I'm accused of getting too lit
After this song then Imma have two hits

Hands gripping hands, this is holy land
Not even my rhymes are as tight as my clan
Don't even care, if you say ain't a fan
Cuz I got God on my back, I wear no other brands

He sends me the PE's I call those commandments
Plugs like us get his with his power, call em the outlets
I'm in the drivers seat, but He's the real pilot
I ride my Ducati, Necer catch me stepping in a pilot

Falling temperatures now its 80 degrees
PB and J but I only mess with Reeses
If I write two songs then you could call em theses
If i wasn't tone deaf I'd collab with Alicia keys

Will i be immortal for sure is my reply
No horcrux bruh but I split it sometimes to get by
My life was a miracle, ain't no such thing as luck
My cup overfloweth so i gotta clean up

And lilies on the ground so I pick em up
And when you on the ground ill pick you up
And when I'm on the ground He'll pick me up
Consider the lilies man how they grow up

Mobile homes get no mobile service
Moguls on moguls stack em like the clowns in a circus
Yea I arrange these tracks like I'm a florist
Sounds so sweet like the lead in Les Mis

Sailors set sail with the cross on the cross sail
Telling the americas who they worship so they avoid hell
Sir Francis Bacon privateering on our tail
I can see the heresy leaking from their coat tails

Used to have pent talk, now I got that tent talk
It's been a mighty long time since Ye made Jesus Walks
I'll be in Berlin, walking while i preach the word
Get looked at like Luther cuz they say my words absurd

My friends got a rolli Imma turn em holy
I get the work done like im AI - Wall-E
You can look historically, not metaphorically
Just cuz im a poet don't mean i act figuratively

My body ran the show when it shoulda been the soul
I wanted the world but now eternities my goal
On the road to Damascus preparing to harass ya
Had to go blind to be able to see ya

Now I find myself in prison, everywhere I go
I'm like Manson to you folks but I'm less crazy than you know
Kings contend with me, I tell em the recorded truth
They won't listen to me, so I hit the recording booth

From genesis to revelations and then a round trip
Written on papyrus scrolls so no need to flip
Thru the pages written in Hebrew encryptions
But wait there's more on the plates of gold ore
Where prophets speak about the Lord and how
He's gonna save us all cuz the Fall did us in
And now you steady sin see when you buy fendi bags
And think you are big shots when you stack cash from the the sin city slots

You thought

Took it to another level in my rags I'm all disheveled
If I didn't have this gold chain I'd be the most humble
This movement is a big one The Rolling Stone Rumbles
Knock you off the top and you gone take a tumble

MLK BLVD GOOD Get out our dreams
Wish I coulda been there for the I be having these dreams
Woulda ran across the water cuz I can if I have faith
In the hollow of his hand I know he'll keep me safe