*Click, Click, Click*
Shit, I'm out. I can't shoot with no led in my clip. Four against one man with no bullets, ain't reality a bitch. My life is flipped, tipped to end quick now as the sound quiets down. I've cheated death many times before, but I feel it may be my time now. Blood trickles down from my arm. I gotta get out of here. Four smart niggas, plus a blood trail will equal the finding of me. No where to flee, but a dark corner, so I pray to God I'm not seen and I book across the dark street. Hand cradling my arm I charge to it and slide my back down the wall. Here they come. I count them all by the glisten of each pistol. One whistles and the other three, reload with a bold mind that in this alley, it'll be me they'll find. I hold my breathe in hopes they don't check this corner. I can here their footsteps coming closer, so I close my eyes, and ask God to forgive me for my lies, my hate, my sins.The footsteps stop. Then..... Pop, pop, pop. My body drops deeper into the corner. Death finally caught up to me.
