Come Along
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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
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