Update 12/20/2017: I'm not dead, just procrastinating.
In my mind, I'm never gonna die in no ghetto. Absolutely never. If a man turns around and punches me in the head, the fight's on. If he cuts me, the fight's on. If I'm shot, the fight is on. I am not losing no fight, to no scumbag out dere' in no ghetto. Period. That's it. No son of a bitch out there's gonna get me. The only way he gets me is to cut my head off and I mean that. I'll fight you till' I've got a breath left in me. I don't think any of those animals in that street can beat me. And I've been goin' that way for eighteen years of street service street duty, and that's the way I'm gonna keep on goin'. You don't lose the fight.