Still Right Here

[Verse] Big talk 'bout a rapture, where’s the map to the skies? I’m stuck in my Honda, where the gas gauge lies. Neighbors packing bags, chasing clouds in the mist, I’m here folding laundry, checkin' bills off the list. All this fuss, but my view don’t change, Same cracked sidewalk, same bus stop range. They preach 'bout ascension, I just clock my shift, The only heaven I know’s when payday hits. [Chorus] Where’s the big parade? Where’s the golden street? I’m stuck in my lane, boots glued to concrete. While they run to the edge, I’m just asking the air— Where’s the rapture at? ‘Cause I’m still right here. [Verse 2] Some chase the unknown, they packin' for flight, I’m stuck in my zone, same dinner each night. They talkin' 'bout trumpets, halos, and gates, I’m talkin' ‘bout Netflix, leftovers, plates. Is it FOMO or wisdom? I can't even tell, They sellin' salvation; I’m just buyin' my Shell. Vacation sounds nice, but who’s got the time? The boss just called twice, and my rent’s past prime. [Prechorus] They wave goodbye to their nine-to-five, But my Monday grind’s what keeps me alive. No wings, no throne, just a folding chair, They can take to the skies, I’mma breathe my air.