Come Along Caskey

Dear heavenly father
As i lay down to rest
I pray that you watch over me
In these end times
These terrible times

[Chorus]
The Raptures here
Jehovah witnesses were wrong
Many more than one hundred and forty-four will come along

[Verse 1]
Could this be the end of time
Man of my city
Many artist beg for 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 with open arms
They ignorant separation get no response
Somebody shout, "Hallelujah, you done made it!"
They made me out to be sacred or something i swear
One day this is all gon' fade away in time, face it
And y'all will pity me for it, presumin' i care
Man i stare into the hands of time
With a hand on my johnson like Johnnie Cochran
And handlin' my case
So i better have my facts on straight
In fact i better be manufacturing faculty members with rates
High enough
To buy themselves some condensation when it dryin' up
Cool, you sold a 'lil crack in the city
Well me, i gave back to the city
And never turned my back to this city
Now i'm back in the city
I'm here!