Chance Poem by eric berry

when you all alone
and your people are gone
who runs the thrown
guns are drawn
if u still alive
my people arrive
with cars with trust
guns we bust
your either on the dust
left to rust
or you fight for us
this game we play
doesn't matter if it night or day
you live or die
you cry you lie
but you still fight to survive
in this game your level of difficulty is beginer
will my advance
because I believe in chance
see i'm testing my luck
rolling my dice
in this game call life