《A Killa》


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    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.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    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.