Chances Part 1

Get it by any means,

I developed that mindset when I first started chasing my dreams,

But dreams often become nightmares,

And when you're living in a nightmare you learn to be a killer.

You have to do what you have to do to survive, & you can’t give a damn if it's wrong,

Because nobody gives a damn about a man once he's dead and gone.

So take chances,

Go for the high risk,

At least that's what I tell myself while I lace up my kicks.

Steel toe boots, I'm going through the front door tonight.

I'm handling this mission solo since I know it's not right.

Parked down the street and walked up to the house,

Knocked three times just to see if anyone would come out.

NOBODY....

So I knocked the door down flat with just one heavy kick,

Ran inside and started scanning the room real quick.

NOTHING....

At least not what I'm looking for,

But I know it’s in here somewhere so I run up to the second floor.

Slide into a bedroom and that's where I see the object of my adoration,

But in between me and my goal lies a bed with a body in it that’s ready to pounce with no hesitation.

He followed my gaze over to his most beloved possession then we locked eyes.

I dove for it.

He dove for me.

Exchanging blows with the prize just out of my reach.

Two lefts and a right caused him to stumble back,

So I grabbed the treasure and stood frozen with the window smashed against my back.

He had retrieved a gun from under his bed,

And put 3 shots in my chest before I could get a plan of escape in my head.

Out the window I fall, landing head first right outside the front door...

Lying there wondering if this was really worth dying for....

That's when I realized I was still breathing.