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I' to tell you a story, a story about a lion that was killed by a callous hunter not long ago This lion was the king of his pride, and this hunter? This hunter didn't even think twice about pulling the trigger, consequences be damned

And consequences there were

You see, when a king is killed, anarchy reigns as the next strongest male steps up to take his place Sometimes that male is considerate, compassionate, but more likely he's a ruthless beast To secure his place at the top of the food chain, to assert his dominance in a time of chaos, the lion annihilates anyone he considers co with his predecessor's cubs

His offspring, the ones he created, the ones he raised to follow his lead one-by-one they fell, victi's pride was no more In the hunter's un, but in reality, that hen the real trouble began

And trouble?

It caeance

The pride lands were knee-deep in it

Midtown Shooting Leaves One Dead

I stare through the darkness at the bold headline deep in the e Not even close It was tucked in along with the petty cri to these people nowadays

Maybe it doesn't

Who ae?

Bullets certainly don't faze me anymore

But this one stalled ue headline to the lone victim's name: Kelvin Russo

I know him

Well, I knew him

Kelvin is no more

Once one of Ray's favorite street soldiers, Kelvin caught a bullet to the back of the skull He was young, just starting out… couldn't have been any more than twenty-three or twenty-four The paper doesn't say much about what happened, but I know an execution when I read about one

Another of the for's cubs has fallen

I didn't pull the trigger this time, but when it comes down to it, I still shoulder the blale, a king that's sending a e to everyone

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The thing is, though, I don't kneel for anyone I get on o, before pulling that fateful trigger, but that won't be good enough for someone like him

It's only a matter of time before he comes for me

Before he wants me