This is my gun, the gun that i use.

In my hand i now hold a loaded gun, it’s too late to fold and too late to run.
Ready to aim i let the game begin, i play without shame and i pray that i win.
The lord will choose do i lose or win, thats if i refuse to give in to my sin.
Live or die and that i…………..know,
but will i cry before i…………..go.
If i blink i don’t think…………..so,
pain or shame i just can’t show.
I shall take my aim,
and play the game.
If the bullet came,
i cant pull it again.
But for now i can,
that’s how i plan.
To live in the sky,
please let me fly.