Left on Earth 3

Another point blank incident by my own race this time got me thinkin', who barked up the wrong tree? I thought to myself, the tree is never wrong, it was the dogs who was barkin'. It took a mutual agreement of a friend of a friend to let me ride out that night not wanting to escalate the problem at hand. You cats could of sprayed me on my trip back because ya'll was practically driving next to me one lane over followin' for a good minute and two. Like I said before, why pull a strap if you ain't finna gat? This is where I questioned the mighty God himself, how many times have you let me escape death aside from heat related issues? I kinda lost count but you get the idea.