3900
I know not what time of day it is, Sky been the same for 3 days, Power off, Approaching winds,I Silently reflected ,On my plan B In what ifs,If need be i got me And my family
We had water barely, On the hunt,I saw the worst in people ,Like my enemy's ,In panic With no humanity,They came like hybrid beast, Looking after there own two feet, Only the humble survived, The greedy got stomped out Locked up, or kicked out
Gas no where to be found, Like they want us in town, No escaping whats coming
2.25
2.69
3.39 They new we had no money
Scared for our lives, These gas lines longer then the miles we got left, So we wait, In we struggle, Trying to make it out
Pull up to my home,Hop out, Blacked out skys With no birds or a sound around,
Its setting in I might lose it all
This time around
