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’m not losing no fight to no scumbag out there in no ghetto. Period. That’s it. No ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ out there is 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 got a breath left in me. I don’t think any of those animals in that street can beat me. I’ve gone that way for eighteen years of street service, street duty, and that’s the way I’m going to keep on going. You don’t lose the fight!