God do you hear me...

Its your son your child your deepest treasure,
I cried myself to sleep last night under the weather,
The rain drops hit my face and turned into pure snow,
Then melted in my eyes and down my face tears flowed,
Cause of the thoughts that some people might think that im a renegade,
And my mother on her knees sayin the same things that she always prayed,
Bless this child for he doesn't know where his life may go,
For in the house he is an angel but it changes when he steps outside the door,
And he is a victum of a tragedy but all is not lost,
No matter how much the world births you are my life source

For the truth of it Lord I really have nothin else to give,
Im a sinner and iv bin a sinner for as long as I have lived,
To the world im a gift but to me im a curse,
I aint never did anything good yet so how cum i aint in a hurse,
And i know sometimes it might seem that my thoughts are brutal,
Either talking bout love and death like i know the future,
What else more do i have nothin,
so wat else is there for me to brag nothin,
And i see where this is going conversations done,
Cant see eye to eye with you I guess u won