The Last Choice

Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity
to seize everything you ever wanted… one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo 
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already
Mom’s spaghetti, he’s nervous 
But on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs
but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won’t come out
He’s choking, how?
Everybody’s jokin’ now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over BLOW!
Snap back to reality

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