No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the familiar faces fresh
in his mind he moves into a reconstruction of his old life, above
ground - Too much time was one thing he didn't need, so he used to
cut through it with a little speed. He was better off dead, than
slow in the head. His momma and poppa had taken a ride on his back,
so he left very quickly to join The Pack.
I see faces and traces of home back in New York City -
So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my...
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