He wasn't a kingpin. He wasn't a hero. He was just a hoodlum. A product of broken sidewalks and shattered promises. But as the smoke curled up into the smoggy sky, he made a promise to the concrete below: One day, I’m walking away from this board. But tonight? Tonight, I own the street.
Concrete and Ashes
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