You like my Biggie photo? Me, too. You know what draws your eye when you look at that? The crown. Wanna know why? ‘Cause everybody wants to be the king.
You think I asked for any of this? I was framed, beaten and put in some tank like an exotic fish. Came out with… abilities.
You know how the wind feels fluffy, like you could stuff it into a pillowcase right before a big thunderstorm? Harlem’s the same. Trouble smells a certain way. You can touch it.