Alright, so this is my near death experience, it is quite long, so I will text it out.

>be me, 22
>grew up in rich family
>need to get a real job
>fly out to NY
>walk to place, have job interview
>allright.jpg
>everythint is going well
>hear gunshots behind me
>hear a loud crash
>turn around, a building has been blown up, some guys are shooting civilians
>shitshitshit.jpg
>run for my life
>hear guns shots around me
>people drop like flies, blood everywhere
>I stop for a moment, deciding what to do
>feel my pocket, its in there
>put the metal into my mouth
>I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air.