Valachi got himself out of the Federal penitentiary in Atlanta, where Genovese already had marked him for death, and into a well-equipped, private arrangement at the Federal pen in La Tuna, TX, where he lived out his days in relative comfort.
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
