I'm a work of art on the wall already. Nowadays you have to admire me from four fiends away, don't mind the contraband I have for sale. In the shade of a brick building, the other Earners laugh as a Wise Guy tells a joke. Lord forgive me, I should be thinking about Harvard. I see cocaine units and dollar bills every time my eyes close, and the money keeps me awake for days. My Spanish is terrible, I probably should have learned while I was in prison. The Wise Guy's coke connection didn't 'speaka no English' and he was on his way to Detroit with something to collect. Survive the droughts, only time can tell.

I'm a work of art, on the wall. New cars, new clothes. Ruthlessness and patience. I told the gangsters to go to the roof. This is our lives, I guess I'll never learn until I end up in the newspapers.

The irony of selling drugs is that its just like your using it. I'm just trying to keep my city on the map and willies want to rub shoulders but their money's too young. The Wise Guy's coke connection had a fleet of cars with him. What is it with these people? Drugs and money are exchanged, but in the process of things, somehow the coke connection draws his weapon. This, is old news. We're doing numbers like Barnum & Bailey. Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt, ha, right. I told the gangsters to go to the roof. A shower of oven bricks fall from above followed by gun fire to the highest degree. Eating bricks. If they had time to run they would never escape. When shots come out, it makes cops come around. Blood is bad for business. When the cops around, nobody eats. Make for the coke and the money, finish off the block, and increase the chip amount.