Caskey - Come Along lyrics

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(Intro)

Dear heavenly father as I lay down to rest

I pray that ya watch ova me in these end times

These terrible times

(Chorus)

The Raptures here Jehovah witnesses were wrong

Many mo' than one hundred and forty four will come along

(Verse)

Could this be the end of time, man of my city

Many artist beg fo' they shine

And it's not pretty how it go down

Pull up in that 97 Honda, I had to slow down, shit

I ain't shy about my presence

We in the Old Town and I hold it down

They have seen my compilations on the internet

Use them to strike up a conversation

But I intersect they dissenting presentation wit open arms

They ignorant separation get no response

Sumebody shout, 'Hallelujah, ya done made it!'

They made me out to be sacred or sumethin' I swear

One day this is all gon' fade away in time, face it

And y'all will pity me fo' it, presuming I care

Man I stare into the hands of time

Wit a hand on my Johnson like Johnnie Cochran & handling my case

So I better have my facts on straight

In fact I betta be manufacturin' faculty members wit rates

High enough

To buy themselves sum' condensation when it drying up

Cool, ya sold a lil crack in the city

Well me, I gave back to the city

And neva turned my back to this city, now I'm back in the city

I'm here

(Chorus x2)

Wit they hands to the heavens high

Ya ain't got to be petrified

The Raptures here

Jehovah witness were wrong

Every muthafucka that I know will be comin' along

Comin' along, ya

(Verse 2)

I'm sick of all this persecution

I swear that i'm lost in the fusion of these religions

Delusions we've been giving our morals to, i'm livid

And i'm reliving my old thought patterns

I'm in the kitchen, what's the prescription

Drugs and believe systems are so synonymous

They like pimps wit no glimpse of the omniscience

I keep my cigarillo rolled tight

My whole life was spotted up, wanted mo' stripes

And getting no slice of this all seein' pie

Take a look in yo' eyes, if you've all seen why

What's yo' motive homie

Uh, it get corrosive when ya ain't focus homie

He probably know this don't he, well take note

I'm in the Palms starin' down at my palms

I hate'cho inhibition and condition

My mission is stay afloat

I may go outside yo' realm of thought

Outside of my trunk I was selling my art

That was back in 2009, one hell of a start

We've been reachin' milestones

My dial tones are probably followed by Robin Williams number

In the summer we gon' be styling on all the non believers wyling

Cuz the raptures here

(Chorus x2)

Wit they hands to the heavens high

Petrified of what's to come

Standin' there memorized, we living this

Sumebody tell 'em what the mission is

And what a Christian is, cos' the Raptures here

Jehova witnesses were wong

Every muthafucka I know is coming along