Lord heal these woulnds if mine

Lord heal these woulnds if mine please a love like yours is hard to find and i came so far, but theres still stairs to climb i was stuck in the struggle lost without a hustle no bag shit i was doing bad then i prayed to God for an opportunity i could grab putting in this work so many people were hurt and i can feel the pain my demons fighting with each other driving me insane plenty a days i wish my life was over that i could just give up, and I wasn't a solider the black sheep that carries the fam on his shoulders growing up we shared clothes and we shared sneaks played red light green light now niggaz is playing for keeps it was a house full of fuss when the house was full of us pallets on the floor board against the door oven heating the house lights out for the roaches, peanut butter for the mouse ciggerette burns on the couch theres no way out these wounds cut deep... im tired of hurting getting no sleep paranoid schizophrenic... losing my mind going beserk and shit hurt and no money for the collection plate cant even go to church a poor mans life with a rich mans dream so we click up build teams and then schemed tired of being at the bottom and not having shit so i play the stu and pray for a hit chasing my bag u dudes chasing a bitch sometimes I feel like the guy from twitch dealing with like four people in my head and wifey shit lately feels like im sleeping with the enemy in my bed gotta shake my dreds one more time gotta shake my dreds lost moms and pops learned about ops how to dodge cops stay low creative with the four four have them draw an outline of you on the floor