by Chuy
In my hand, I had a gun.
I thought I was having fun.
It was a little odd
That the cops were calling the house
So I decided to run.
To my surprise
Four cops were waiting
Three with guns pointed at me
And the other with a K9.
He gave me one chance
To get on the ground
Before he released the dog.
I did as he told.
I wasn’t trying to get bit.
Two hours later
I was in my cell
Mad at myself
For the life I am living.
Because I chose to have it
With me that day
I missed my sister’s funeral.
I cried all day
When I found out.
I missed the only day
To say goodbye to my sister.
I have to change my ways
Or I’ll end up here again.
The judge gave me one chance
And I’m taking it.
My life is going to change.
And as long as I know that
I’ll succeed.