Eh, I'm not too concerned,
But trust me that behavior is learned,
Maybe it's just overexposure,
That I'm not looking over my shoulder
For the grim reaper to get me,
Even though I can feel the heat
From his breath
On the back of my neck,
While his skeleton feet are always in check
With the tracks of my boots,
And it's not that the danger doesnt compute,
People often stop us and ask
If we all just put on masks,
But the truth is not a lie,
Everyday I wake up prepared to die,
Because if I have to meet my maker today,
I know exactly what He'll say,
That the firefighter infront of him,
Risked everything when chances were slim
To save a life I didnt know,
And for that my wings will always glow,
So to you death is the word,
That breaks your heart and makes you sob,
But to me, it's all just part of the job.

If every single action,
Well thought out or not,
Has an opposite equal reaction,
You deal with what you got,

And if what you get,
Is what you deserve,
When consequence is met,
Dignity is all I can preserve,

But now my pride and dignity,
Have been replaced very quickly,
With examples of irresponsibility,
And decisions guided by stupidity,

Now weeks of bad decisions,
Are running down my face,
And all the broken provisions,
Make me feel like a disgrace,

With all the people I've disappointed,
I could build an army,
And the general appointed,
Would definitely be
Me.