Guys like me, we either end up one of two ways. Dead or in Jail.
And the mob doesnt wack bosses no more.
If you see my point.
MORGAN: Why didn't you fight him at the park if you wanted to? I'm not goin' now, I'm eatin' my snack. CHUCKIE: Morgan, Let's go. MORGAN: I'm serious Chuckie, I ain't goin'. WILL: So don't go.