Handguns - Queens

Born in the city -- we used to play in the streets. I was taught to steal for myself and let some crooks run free. People tell me I look like my dad but I haven't fought enough men to match the guts that he had. A bastard of Queens, these streets have always called to me. I'm not afraid of being punched in the face; just the seconds before because I hate that I can't see the future. I'm not afraid of being jumped at midnight because I'd force my ghost to follow them home for a fight. Mile high energy ride on finding the actual thief tonight -- forced up on the wall, been looking for answers we knew he wouldn't give us at all. It took a drive though his old neighborhood listening to all of his stories to teach me the kind of man I want to be.