Fighting the storms

As i am dreaming my air supply seems to stop.
Heart  raceing can't move my tempture begins 2 drop.
So i am feeling like i am at my end.
Probably won't make it to heaven becase i done so much sin.
Then God comes in,and my body is shook .
I still got to do a mission so it ain't the end of my book.
Heart raceing up in the mirror i look.
Seeing my soul through my eyes in disguise .
No reward or prize you will recieve if you feed off lies.
I am no longer use to the light .
So i am out into the night.
Like dracula ,call me Mr.Spectacular  .
Poverty is distracting ya.
Making it seem like there is no way out
Revolution that is what i am about.
Why must our future be locked up or dead.
Where is the real jobs they want us to be entertainments for them put that in your head.
Growing up i felt abandon and stranded into this nightmare reality.
Momma's apology couldn't just settle you being gone.
Through all of this i would welcome my mom any day with open arms.
This is what it sounds like when you are fighting the storms.