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One Shot


What if you had one shot to seize everything you ever wanted, one moment to be somebody? Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Your palms get sweaty, knees get weak, your arms get heavy You're nervous, but on the surface your look is calm and ready to fight, But you don't know where to start, The whole world is passing you by. You open your mouth, but the words won't come out You're choking now, everybody's laughing now The clock's run out, time's up, you blew your shot, You snapped back to reality, and didn't give up. There goes a barrier, slowing you down, You're mad, but didn't give up that easily, No. You won't have it, these ropes are trying to hold you back, It doesn't matter, you're dope, You know it, but you're broke You go back to your mother's home, Trying to capture the moment, Not letting it pass. This is your one shot, Cause this opportunity comes once in a lifetime boy. Your soul is escaping, And it's bringing you down. You've been chewed up and spit out, You're tired of it, Your rage is out, So here I go it's my shot. Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got. I took down the king and captured his crown. And now i know. . . . You Can Do Anything You Set Your Mind To
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