There was only one for me.

You could chose the way you want to go, be a high roller or lay low.
If you ever have a chance, don’t let it slip through your hands…
If you can get what you want, if you can obtain what you earned.
If you finally can use what you have learned.
Well, not for me. I am a boy from the streets.
There are my roots, there are my seeds.
Everyday walking by, looking at all those people, wondering why?
Yes, my hood might be poor or bad…. All our chances go to the rich kids instead…
I have one shot at a future, I have one opportunity for a better life….
I don’t want to be this dude… I want to be able to care for my family, my children, my wife.
But it doesn’t matter how long I am silenced, it doesn’t matter how hard I shout. Nobody will help me, nobody will reach out…
I’m stuck in this neighbourhood…
This place without money, without chance and even without decent food…
So tell me… How many chances did you get? Two? Three?
Well I can tell you, there was only one for me.
One which had to count, but I didn’t take it.
Just let me try once again… Please? Ohh shit…
I’m stuck in here for ever… I will not leave… Not now… I think I will never.
Yes, that is my greatest fear… That I am stuck in here…