Description Twenty-two years ago, I was cut from a cold, sodden womb, and cradled in the filth and poverty of Chicago\'s concrete arms.
They call themsel. they tried to kill me.
But first...
Evil created me then grace tried to save me.
My words are weapons.
My thoughts are power.
I was bred for one purpose and one purpose only: to unleash death and destruction on my world.
Fate had a different plan.
Statistically, I wasn\'t supposed to survive these streets past the age of eighteen.
Description Twenty-two years ago, I was cut from a cold, sodden womb, and cradled in the filth and poverty of Chicago\'s concrete arms