Momma always said, “if you live by the sword, you’ll die by the sword”. I joked with her that nobody around here’s picked up a sword in 200 years. I ain’t nobody’s knight or king or whatever. They don’t have kings in Memphis, only gangstas and gangbangers like me. Kids round here live by the glock, not the sword. It don’t matter though. Not anymore. The shots are still ringing in my ears and in my chest. I guess Momma was right.