I aint nothin but a killa. I could tell you different but It'd be a lie. And I ain't a liar i'm a killa. I kill for a couple reasons. 

1- It's all im good at. I ain't a mathematician, never really had the patience to be honest. Didn't really have the skills either but who knows right, it don’t really matter in the end cuz i can't imagine myself being better at numbers than killing . I’m really good at killing , like real good. 

2- Life pushed pe that way. I was a simple nigga. A kid born in west Yonkers, where death was more common place then those in suit and tie would care to admit. I had a certain set of cards dealt to me aand i did with them with a nigga wth a high scholl education coiuld. Turns out murder was my only way out so i did what idid. I ain't got no regrets on it . If anything i kinda fid it funny. 

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3- I enjoy it. The work suits me. I could never do a 9-5 or maybe I could but i wouldn't want to, so this works for me.  I get bitches, money and respect out of it. And while some aspects I enjoy more than others, none of it really gets old. 

Lastly- I got to discover MAGYK. 

I suppose you wanna know how it happened though . From the beginning before all the perks, before the magyk , when I was justa simple youngin, wandering through this life,  which is fine for me, cuz i’ll probably die tonight.  

But enough of that, 

This is my story, the story of a killa.