Come with Me - Killah Priest

As I lay upon my bed, I stare at the ceiling

The feeling inside me is dead, what’s that voice I’m hearing

So I reach for the spread, pull it back, saw demons

Making my wife give 'em head, I wake up screaming

What is the meaning, am I dead?, Am I still dreaming?

Will I wrestle with this devil whenever I’m sleeping

Wake up behind the metal of a federal precinct

Or be found in the ghetto taking several of beatings?

From policemen, will I die for what I believe in?

Will I ride until I’m no longer breathing?

I need to know until my soul is leaving through that hole, I see Him

Up that road to meet Him and behold His kingdom

And I stand before His judgement, my body a ghost

I’m seeing dozens of my cousins, distant and close

Whether relatives or friends, I remember them both

Then I walk, what’s that?

my end, then a voice had spoke

It said.

Come with me, I’ll take you there

Come with me, have no fear

All I saw was fire and smoke and bodies that roast up

Young adults that were under a cloke

And took a number of oaths 'til they hung from a rope

I said damn, I saw my man pull a gun from his coat

Ran up before the preacher popped one in his throat

I ain’t scared because the chair share hundreds of volts

And I know this is not the place that he wanted to go

I want to leave because this place here is punishing folks

So I fell on both knees, face pouring with sweat

When an angel approached me, placed a sword on my neck

I cried with every bit of pride all on my breath

There I was strapped to a bed having war on my flesh

The priest threw holy water on me, called me possessed

Doctors held me down but I tore through my vest

Psychiatrists came, read the results of my test

I threw up over the nurses, left the floor in a mess

Come with me!

Come with me

I dreamed of harm and blood, rusty chainsaws, bodies in tubs

That painted walls, saw armys of thugs

Saw men made zombies from drugs

Enemies from centuries fill my body with slugs

There I was in paradise, the marriage of Christ

I saw nazarites, all gathered in white

Written down in the tablets of life

What it means while the church at the Vatican fight?

There were flames, I passed through a traveling light, I was changed

Became a phantom of the night, the upper plain

No longer suffer the same, had enough of the pain

Felt a rush in my vein, words stuck in my brain

Had nothing to gain, everything to loose

Which cliques of the game do I claim to choose?

Saw every ancient tomb and the saints in bloom

Heard the sounds of the trumpets as the angels blew

Come with me!