Song , FIGHTING DEMONS, lyrics , for any interested artist , contact me if interested

Late at night , something dont seem right , in a fight, light ain't bright , on demons I fight. Being humble is good , but if you stumble , hearing the devils whisper, is a sign, pause for the rumble. Demons inside exit! I wanna be blessed, I think I'll get a tattoo of a cross on my chest, dirty south ole' G' till death. Premonition , of family additions, gonna make it a mission, to all the the ones who get it twisted, all this is fun and games, but when you start namin names, I'll remind you the code of the game. Floatin, on a cloud meant for berlin, are you having twins, and when a man blames himself , it's like saying ahh, screw you man. Understand who these people you trying to play with man. Jogging down this long road , to unload , this drugged feelings, running from my demons , is the only thing that's kept me from the danger from the demons deep inside me, pillow please , I'm so tired no more drugs , no more for me . People struggle, in this jungle. Blood to the brick, two thumps to my head Lord please wake me before they kill me , did the papers say I'm dead ? The Devil is real , God is my leader , they given the people pills , just to hide their identity , illegal. Thug life is real, told this in the beginning, I wish I would have listened , blessed back then, a father , a soilder, a son walks in his footsteps. Move any rock , moving boulders, because this hell within' People now days going to sleep , and not waking back up, from a mixture of unusual stuff , going to sleep and not waking back up, as if giving up, I'm paranoid so I won't do any drugs , my mother taught me never trust a stranger, mostly the ones who didn't carry guns. My angel , mom, any man ever hurt her death to thee, for eternity , over and over again until my soul is free. I don't deal drugs, don't pop pills, or kill, or claim its a thrill. But as a solution to death , then you know me and my people's plan, grain a sand , son of sam, hot as hell, crazy from word go, so you don't really know if what I said is true, well you will have to trust me, ya know? Always pay attention , saying this once then, begin to get mad , because I think you playin , guns getting drawed, pray to the Lord for forgiveness and if I should die take care of all my nephews and my kids. Blood in this brick , soul in these lyrics, mom on the phone wondering what went wrong , God , help me , and bare witness. And to history, and present day , Never expect apologies, Realize if you wake them, not responsible for the formality, And an eye for an eye will be a reality. Adjusting to this life is survival G'.