New York City… Man Had No Island.

25 Square Miles Crowed Concrete. Crime So Cold They Widowed The Soul And Freezed The Blood.

Millions Exsistiated… Walking Streets That May Swallowed They Whole,

Or Spit Out Their Bones.

When You Been Locked Away For The Bet Apart Of 15 Years,

You Got No Choice But To Relay On Those Clothes

To You Watch Out For Your Interest Outside.

In My Ops Since My Son Was Given The Keys To My

Crib, Placing His Trust In Those Who Claimed My Amusements.

As It Turned Out It Was A Decision Both Of Us Would

Come To Regret. And On The Streets Of New York City…

Regrets Are Measured In Bullets…