Juck My Luck
Why they after me? Cashing me like, they are the police. Six cars and looks like it about twenty-five people on feet. I never was a trouble maker is it because I um the best so they have to put a bullet inside me. What do I do next and where can I go to for help? I can't believe so many people after me trying put me six feet deep. It's dark and I am running fast I can hear bullets passing my ears. I think somebody else got shot I just know those bullets were mint for me. Now two cars trying to block me every man shooting at me a bullet just scrape me I guess I have to run towards some houses that have a lot gates and trees it be hard for them see me
What do I do when thugs trying get their hands on me? Leaved me dead for my family to bury me I have to live for my children. I work hard and still have to go thought this. One mistake can be the end of me.
No time to think I have to go for what know so I run somewhere pitch dark and lay on the ground with my knife in my hand. Some dummy with 9mimmeter standing over me when his back turn with my knife I spit his nick. I took his gun as he fall hard to the ground dead. I started to move fast without a sound for my next killed but he look like a young kid with a ski mask on and AK47 in his hands. Lord knows this not part of the plan so I shoot him two times in back of the head somebody should have told him this a grow man's game. I sounds coming towards me so I hide in some trees like I'm Bruce Lee I started to shoot 10 dead bodies under me I feel sorry for their families
Lord, have mercy on me for killing these people who trying to get their hands on me. They want to leave me dead but I have to live for my children and family. I work hard and still have to go thought this. One mistake can be the end of me.
It's too many of them but if I get away I'll live to see another day these devils want to kill me over this writing business so I shot six more but they shot back. Shot one of them right in the face. As I started to run I see my house it look like nobody behind me I start to feel free yet I feel like I um moving fast but I'm really moving slowly. I looked down I see a bullet in my chest and blood everywhere leaving a trial that's how they were able to follow me. I get to my house door and ring the bell I just knew I was home free until ten bullets hit the back of me.
What do I do when thugs trying get their hands on me? Leaved me dead for my family to bury me I have to live for my children. I work hard and still have to go thought this. One mistake can be the end of me.
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