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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.
