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Your Honor, the State of
New York charges the defendant,

Mariah Stokes Dillard, with the crime
of murder in the first degree.

Twelve counts,

with victims that include her own
cousin, Cornell "Cottonmouth" Stokes.

Objection! Again, for the fourth time.

Mr. Donovan, need I remind you,
there are no cameras in this courtroom?

That's hard to believe,

given the way District Attorney Tower
is acting, Your Honor.

I object
to the prosecution's grandstanding

during what should be a simple
arraignment for a first time offender.

I'm not grandstanding, Your Honor.

Ms. Stokes Dillard's hands
are drenched with blood.

Besides her role
in the so-called "Rum Punch Massacre,"

Ms. Stokes Dillard faces
separate federal SEC violations

for financial irregularities for her
role in the Atreus Plastics merger...

Look at her. She's done.

We finally got her.

I mean, look at her squirming.

She's about to slither.

I'd like to remind the court

that Councilwoman Stokes has been
an upstanding member of her community,

and, like yourself, a
fellow Delta Sigma...

You! You murdered my children!

You murderer!

Order!

Order!

Order.

Bail is denied.

Ms. Stokes Dillard's passport
is to be revoked,

and she is to be remanded to Rikers
until a trial date is set.

Your Honor, may I speak?

I can't believe
I'm actually entertaining this,

but proceed.

Your Honor, I am not a flight risk.

I'm not a risk to the people.

I love my people.

Allow me to explain.

There is a storm wall around Harlem.

One that was built, brick by brick,

by my grandfather Samuel Stokes
and my grandmother Mabel.

That wall is eroding.

Global warming has taken its toll.

Y'all denied the science.

The water has gotten hotter.

What should've been a thunderstorm
is now becoming a hurricane.

But no one is prepared.

Nothing has been fortified.

Resources will be overwhelmed.

The rains will come torrential,
and the water will rise too fast.

Get down!

People won't have time to evacuate.

If you release me...

I will fortify that wall around Harlem
before it's too late.

I find your Katrina
references offensive.

I have family from Louisiana
who lost everything.

As long as you have been on the bench,

as long as everyone here has been alive,

there has been a Stokes
patching up that wall around Harlem.

You need me out there.

You want me out there.

Because without me, God help Harlem.

God help us all.

Hell has returned to Harlem.

Shit.

Violent crime has increased 75%
since the arraignment

of former councilwoman turned criminal
godmother Mariah Dillard Stokes.

Police and emergency response times
have increased to all-time highs.

- Professor Cobb.
- You can call me Jelani.

Jelani, you teach at Columbia University
and are a longtime resident of Harlem.

What's your take?

I'm shocked, like everybody else.

I've never seen anything
quite like this.

There's shootouts on Convent Avenue.

Old ladies in Sunday hats are getting
smacked around on Strivers' Row.

I read your New Yorker profile
on Luke Cage.

You talk about his bulletproof skin
and his forthright swagger.

Damn, bro. "Streets is hot"
takes on a whole new meaning with you.

No doubt.
It's like the Wild Wild West out there.

If the police are overwhelmed,

shouldn't someone like Luke Cage
be more of a factor?

Here we go.

Luke's a good brother. At his best,
he's shelter from the storm.

Stand close? You might not get wet.

But not even Luke Cage
can control the weather.

No one's blaming you, player.

Doesn't feel like it.

I thought things would get better
with Mariah off the streets.

Not worse.

Tilda.

Ah, Detective Knight.

You know, I never had a chance
to thank you for what you did for us.

I was just doing my job.

Are you here on the job now?

Depends.

You, uh, making more tender vittles
for your friend?

What friend?

Bushmaster is not my friend.

I didn't say Bushmaster.

But, now that you mentioned it...

I mean, he didn't heal himself.

And he probably did not slip inside
your mother's club by himself, either.

I think you helped him.

Maybe you're Harlem's Patty Hearst.

Bushmaster tied us up...

burned my family's brownstone
to the ground,

and my mother's response

was to murder an entire restaurant
full of innocent people.

Now, I have to reconcile with the fact
that that is where I come from.

And I wanted to help her, but I can't.

She is evil.

And Detective, all I wanna do
is move on with...

Do you know where Bushmaster is?

No.

Detective, you wanna walk around
and snoop around my shop,

you're gonna need a warrant for that.

I know my rights.

You see, now, right there...

you sounded just like your mama.

Whatever you think you're doing, stop.

She's gone.

But not for long. She's not stupid.

Do you have it? Is it ready now?

It might not work.

It has to.

Ingrid.

His fever is breaking.

Whatever you gave him is working,
but he's weak.

This root will help with his memory.

But he needs therapy, which includes
rest and diluted doses of nightshade,

which you can only find in Nine Mile.

I understand.

Johnny?

Mmm-hmm.

Drink.

Evil won't die on its own.

You know?

It only festers.

Is she dead?

No.

Mariah must burn.

It's the only way.

Hey, John, come. John, come, come.

Come on, man, easy. Easy, now.

Go easy.

Easy.

Harlem's getting carved up
like a birthday cake.

Who sent out the invites?

Well, it wasn't Eric Hong
of the Koreans. He's dead.

The Dominicans never recovered
from losing Arturo Rey.

Ain't them neither.

That leaves the Puerto Ricans
and the Stylers.

And I haven't seen a single Jamaican
since the surge began.

As usual, Carl, you don't know shit.

Think about it.

Who has history with each other
in East Harlem?

Who has always wanted to expand west?

The Boricuas and the Italians.

Anibal Izqueda is making moves
on real estate and guns, yes,

but only because the Italians
backed them against the Koreans.

And they got the juice downtown
to keep the Yangsi Gonshi out of it.

I can't trust a damn word you're saying.

You're feeding on the chaos.

Now that Mariah's out of the way,
you wanna take over.

I can't...

even if I wanted to.

Whole world knows that I'm a snitch.

I'm out.

But that doesn't mean
I can't help you win.

Help me win? Help me win what?

When I was a kid...

my mother worked the counter
at Cuchifritos on 116th.

Hector's been the manager there forever.

The Fania All Stars
used to come in there and eat

before going across the street
to sign autographs at Casa Latina.

Three punks robbed that place
the other day.

Smacked old Hector across the head.

He died of an aneurysm this morning.

The old rules are being broken.

Everything is changing for the worse.

You started that when you and Tone
shot this place up and killed Pop.

That was Tone. That wasn't me.

You had a gun in your hand.
You're just as guilty.

Rosalie Carbone wants
to take over Harlem.

The same way her father did
back in the day

when he tried to push the Stokes
out of Harlem's Paradise.

She's been waiting for an opening
like this, and now she has one.

I don't like you, Carl.
I never have, I never will.

But you are the only person
that can make this right.

Hey, who told you
you could touch the board?

He came back for his birthright.

He will always be a threat
from the shadows.

We just talked about her.

There needs to be a third candidate.

Someone who loves Harlem.

Someone who wants to shake things up.

Someone who wants
to flip the system on its head.

Who's that?

Fastest way to stop the flow
is to put your hand on the faucet.

That's all I'm saying to you.

You're right, Shades.

You are done on the streets.

And you're done here, too.

If you show up again without an invite
and I'm here...

I'll kill you on sight.

You hear me?

See?

You're not polite anymore.

That's how it starts.

Little Italy?

I don't know. Let me ask my man.

You're like Uber for thugs.

If you wanna know
anything about anybody,

ask a driver.

Wagwan?

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Rosalie Carbone says, "Goodbye, moolie."

Wop bitch! Do it!

Do it quick!

You don't remember me, do you, May May?

Sunflower?

I go by my given name now, baby.

Kalinda.

Well, you've grown.

Mabel sure would be proud.

It's a shame you in here, though.

Yeah. Yeah, well...

Thanks for keeping my back.

Don't thank me yet, bitch.

Mabel didn't do right by me.

That's my fault?

We'll protect you,
but you're gonna have to pay us.

You know I'm good. I am good for it.

Just one condition.

I wanna carve my name
in that Jamaican bitch

that threw kerosene up in my hair.

Let me hold something.

One of Pete's nasty-ass gals.

Look in my eyes!

I am the head nigga in charge.

I'll pay you 150 large a year.

Twenty tonight, each.

I'll pay your people on the outside.

Ask around about Mariah Stokes.

I'm the real for real.

You with me?

A'ight.

Then clean all this shit up.

Ben...
you need to get here. Right now.

Bring 40.

I don't care if you shove
it up your ass. Just do it.

Nice.

People always want to see
if the myth is true.

I see it's not a myth in your case.

You realize I have more guys.

Doesn't matter. I'll never stop.

I can't speak for Yangsi Gonshi,

but Anibal Izqueda wouldn't have the wit
to pierce Mariah's wall

if you didn't back them up.

Sounds like you're about to tell me
what to do.

You're right.

Stay your ass out of Harlem.

I was born and raised
on Pleasant Avenue.

Harlem is my home. I'm
not going anywhere.

What...

...part...

...don't...

...you...

...understand?

What are you gonna do if I don't leave?

You gonna kill me?

So smooth.

You could kill me.

That would be easy for you.

But my Russian friends from
Brighton Beach would have no qualms

shooting up school yards
and taking out whole families,

Moscow style, if you did that.

We make too much money together.

I will destroy your trucks.

I will raid every single warehouse.

I will disrupt the profits
of your partners so much

that they will hand
you over to the feds.

I will make your life a living hell.

Or?

Tell everyone to back off.

No action above 114th or below 150th.

From Harlem River Drive
to the West Side Highway.

Retribution on anyone who acts a fool

on Lenox Avenue, Strivers' Row,
Rucker Park...

or any of the parks.

A lockbox around Harlem.

How much would it cost
to get a key made?

I can't be bought.

You can't answer that truthfully yet,
sweetheart.

You don't know your price yet.

Mr. Cage.

Next time, let's do this over coffee.

You ever been to Caffe Reggio?

I don't like espresso.

No one's made you a proper cup.

Is Anansi's body in there?

The coffin's already on the ship,
waiting for them.

In Delaware.

New York feels too hot.

Johnny finally got to top of the hill.

Now, he can't even enjoy the view.

It always seems like it's worth it,
but it's not.

I'm glad I didn't kill you, you know.

You're a good woman.

If I can give him
just a little bit of peace,

I will have done something.

The things that the Stokes did to him
can't ever be repaid.

But I am no longer paying
for my mother's sins.

Not anymore.

Can we be candid in here?

Yes. It's the attorney-client room.

It would be illegal
for anyone to listen in,

and anything that they heard
would be inadmissible.

Besides, I bought the head CO a Porsche.

The monitors are off.

Did you bring the money?

I gave it to their people.

They'll put it on their books.
Nothing will trace to you.

What about the snitch?

He's untouchable.

Even if we eliminated our problem,
he's already gone on the record.

There's physical evidence,

and his death would force them
to corroborate other things.

Maybe not.

What do you mean?

There's still a jury to contend with.

A jury might buy
how a rich but lonely widow

could be seduced by an aggressive,
emotionally manipulative man

who uses sex and physical intimidation

to inveigle an otherwise upstanding
woman into a life of crime.

True.

He has numerous murders
that he's admitted to.

Even the gun that was used
on poor Candace Miller

was a family heirloom that he stole.

- Without my permission.
- Exactly.

He also, by his own admission,

tampered with Cornell's crime scene.

- Correct?
- Mmm-hmm.

So... in a court of law,
it's reasonable to assume...

There's reasonable doubt
about my guilt in any of this.

Mr. Alvarez is no Sammy the Bull.

More like Shades the Bullshitter.

Revoke his pass.

It's dangerous. It's risky.
But it's worth it.

Anybody else roll?

No.

Can't give them the chance to.

Everyone?

Everyone...

who is not protected by blood...

or attorney-client privilege.

I appreciate that.

I thought you would.

And Sugar.

Why Sugar?

His wife gave me clothes.

I'll never forget that.

Mercedes.

Mercedes.

Victims six and seven tonight.

These two were identified by Shades
as part of the Rum Punch Massacre.

And the others were gonna be
named in an indictment

that was going out tonight.

Mariah is cleaning house.

Calling Mr. Alvarez?

Straight to voice mail.

- You don't think it's him doing this?
- No. I'm worried he's already dead.

Hey! Hey!
How the hell did you get in here?

You need to help me.

Tell your mother I'd never rat.
I'd never roll over.

What's going on?

Just about anybody that's ever worked
at Harlem's Paradise is dead.

Damn it, Alex!

You knew who she was better than anyone.

You should've walked
when you had the chance.

I wanted to.

I just couldn't. She...

She has a way.

But she does love you.

I know that much.

I can't help you.

Please, leave. Before I call the police.

Look, she's dangerous.

Even if she doesn't mean to be.

She can't help it. She's a Stokes.

Huh.

You meditating?

Not my style.

My phone has been blowing up.

Everyone I know that's ever
worked for her is now gone.

Dead people can't testify.

I gotta see Mariah.

Before she reopens the hole in the wall
I just patched up.

I agree. You've got no other choice.

- She coming at your people?
- No. And she won't.

I don't know why, but I like you, Sugar.

Why did you ever start
working for the Stokes?

I came up in St. Nick Projects,
three doors down from Teddy Riley.

Word?

I couldn't sing,

but I could knock the snot
out of a quarterback.

Every school came to see me.

Girls screaming my name...

That's why they call me Sugar.

I was the man...

till I twisted my knee.

That was my shot.

I thought I was done.

Then this councilwoman, Mariah Dillard,
paid for my tuition at Grambling,

even though I couldn't play.

And even after I dropped out,

Cottonmouth gave me a job
and kept food on my table.

How could I say no to that?

That's the thing about power.

People don't care how you get it.

It's all about how you use it.

Right.

Just trying to wrap my head
around this thing, that's all.

I'm trying to broker a peace,
if there is such a thing.

Ain't no different
than being a diplomat, right?

Kick-ass Kissinger. I'm with it.

Believe it or not...

Mariah really does love Harlem.

So do I.

So do I.

Give me your phone.

Now!

Nice try.

Put me on the list under a different
name, and I speak to her alone.

My baby! No! My Alex! Please, no!

Why?

Alex!

Let go of me! No! Alex!

There's nothing you can do to me.

But there is so much...

that I can do to you.

I ain't gonna front.

I was hurt when you snitched.

Did you ever love me?

I still love you.

Harder than Che?

See?

That's what you never understood.

When you're away at college,
this feels real.

But when you graduate, it's different.

I was committed to you.

Everything.

He would've figured that out eventually.

Me and you could've ruled
Harlem together. Forever.

Mmm, don't.

No. No, 'cause you need to hear this.

You talked to me about the light.

About being Hernan
and putting Shades away.

But you were the one who sold your soul.

And for what?

The legacy of some...
some last name that you hate?

All you had to do was give me the club,
like I asked you.

Or sell that... that goddamn painting.

And none of this would have happened.

We would have been out there,
doing our thing.

I really am done with all this shit,
and I have you to thank for that.

Don't leave.

I already had to off somebody in here.

I'm gonna have to do it again.

Let me give you some advice.

Gangster to gangster.

This is your life now.

Your head on a swivel.

No one you can ever trust.

Don't worry.

You're a natural.

Hernan.

Bye, baby.

Tilda just called. She's
ready to see you.

Fine. Let's get it over with.

Damn. I thought she liked that kid.

Mariah has no like in her.

Have you seen Sugar?

Nah.

I need to see her.

What for?

Closure.

Look, can you get me on the list?

And jeopardize my case? Hell, no.

Look, that bitch is in jail,
and she is still murdering people.

Even if I can't prove it.

All the more reason for somebody
to talk some sense into her.

What? You don't trust me?

Oh, I trust you implicitly,

but you're not the right person
for this, Luke. I'm sorry.

Understood.

Foggy. Cockroach's lawyer...

I need a number. A cell number.
Not the office.

It's good to see you.

I said some harsh things
the last time we talked.

You think?

Have you ever been raped?

When you're raped,
there's a part of you that just dies.

It's the only way to cope.

But then you're left with a piece of you
that doesn't feel.

Can't feel.

I know I'm supposed to love you.

I just don't know how.

I don't know how to say it.

Try saying nothing... at all.

You're just evil.

No.

I'm necessary.

Necessary?

All those people dead. Necessary?

Even Alex? For what?

Hmm?

You think that's gonna work?

Do you...

Do you really think
that you're gonna get out of here?

If there is a single person
from Harlem on my jury, I walk.

Because there will be no one
to contradict what they see.

That's the thing
about black excellence, baby.

It shields you.

And when I get out, you and I,
we will start over again from scratch.

Now, you need to forgive me.

My time here already, I...

I have changed in ways
that I never anticipated.

Your life is a waste.

Every person who's ever loved you,
who you didn't kill,

you pushed away.

Even your precious Harlem.

I almost feel sorry for you.

I pushed you away.

Hmm.

Just like Mama Mabel did me.

And you're better for it.

No one will ever hurt you,
because you'll never be hurt worse.

And that's a blessing?

You're prepared.

Nobody will ever betray you, 'cause
you'll never let 'em close enough.

You're welcome.

Look, I need you
to look in on the Paradise for me.

And why the hell would I do that?

Because it's home.

The music lives inside of you, Tilda.

Whether or not you surrender
to the rhythm is up to you.

But before you walk away from it,

from me, from our legacy...

You stand inside of it.

You tell me I'm wrong.

Hey...

I no longer see Pete's face
when I look at you.

I see mine.

Oh, sweetie.

I love you, Mother.

I hope you find peace.

Even though you don't deserve it.

You're never gonna guess
who just called me.

She called me "Mother."

Not "Mommy."

Tilda didn't mean a damn thing she said.

I need you to do something.

And it needs to be official.

Who? Who called?

♪ Your spell is broken ♪

♪ The truth wide open ♪

♪ You're done taking
All I've got to give ♪

♪ You done hurt me, Mama ♪

♪ Now no more drama ♪

♪ Clipped my wings
And now it's time to live ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm so tired of trying ♪

♪ So damn tired of hiding
From these truths ♪

♪ Been crying with
these lies subsiding ♪

♪ And the price I'll have to pay
For your sin ♪

♪ Is a price worth paying ♪

♪ 'Cause everything
must come to an end ♪

♪ Time to walk my own path
Ain't no looking back ♪

♪ It's time to fight
For what I know is right ♪

♪ No more shady business ♪

♪ And God's my witness ♪

♪ What was dark
Is about to come to light ♪

♪ There ain't no "family first" ♪

♪ What you meant was you, you thirst ♪

♪ In the end, everyone else gets hurt ♪

♪ Because this legacy's cursed ♪

♪ And the price I'll have to pay
For this sin ♪

♪ Is a price worth paying ♪

♪ 'Cause everything has come to an end ♪

♪ Everything has come to an end ♪

♪ Everything has come to an end ♪

♪ Hoo... ♪

This is highly unusual...

and admittedly awkward.

So leave.

This is a first.

You want to see me, and
I want to see you.

I met with Rosalie Carbone.

I heard.

I repaired the wall.

There's a new gangster in town.

I prefer "sheriff."

"Diplomat," maybe.

How about "warden," jailbird?

Hey, you're the one
wearing the jumpsuit.

Look...

Shades is done.

The Stylers are done.

Don't undercut the peace that
I have brokered by killing anyone else.

I simply don't have that kind of juice
anymore, babe.

You think too much of me, kid.

I think very little of you.

And soon... not at all.

Everybody else I called
here in some way.

But you came on your own.

You really care about me, don't you?

You really are delusional.

You were the catalyst, man.

You made me find who I really am.

In a strange way,

we're responsible for each other.

Bitch, please.

Uh, no offense.

None taken, nigga.

The preacher's son.

Even when you're ugly, you are regal.

Harlem's gonna need a king.

I'm glad it's you.

And I'm glad...

that you're never going to get
out of here.

Everyone has walked away from you.

And I'm gonna be the last one.

Don't be too sure...

Shit.

Mariah?

Tilda! Shit!

Beso de la Araña.

No one's coming.

You can't save me?

Nah.

I've done all the saving I can do.

But I will keep you company.

Thank you.

It burns.

Good.

We ain't done yet, Luke.

Hernan Alvarez.

You are under arrest
for the murder of Candace Miller

and Darius "Comanche" Jones.

- Bullshit. I have a deal.
- Mmm.

Now, you see, you alienated your lawyer
before she could explain the fine print.

Your proffer

was contingent upon the successful
conviction of Mariah Dillard.

And when she died,

your deal died with her.

Oh. And we also received an anonymous
ledger with your Atreus dealings

and a code that I bet
will match up with gun sales.

She thought of everything, didn't she?

What a crazy bitch.

Yeah.

That's something we finally agree on.

I've known your family for years.

I've done them all.

Do you want the usual
bells and whistles?

Mahogany and gold?

Just cremate her.

I don't care about her ashes.

Uh, as you wish, Ms. Stokes.

The last Stokes just died.

It's Johnson.

Tilda Johnson.

Sorry, May May.

She really died in your arms?

And she thanked me.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I was around that lady my whole life.

I know she was evil,

but I can't front.

I'm gonna miss her.

Personally...

I haven't felt this weird
since November 9th.

Know what I'm saying?

Easy, bredren.

I heard the news.

Harlem... is in the right hands now.

Walk good, man.

You really are Luke
Corleone, aren't you?

It's not like that, D-Dub.

The streets not hot no more.

The dealers left the park.
What did you do?

I had a few conversations.

Uh, put some people on notice.

I made things right.

Wait, wait, the crime faucet
your mans was talking about...

That's why you went to see Mariah
on that Hyman Roth shit.

Look... I'm bulletproof.

Okay?

You can't burn me.

You can't blast me.

And you can't break me.

And most importantly...

you can't buy me.

I'm the only person
that can make Harlem great again, D-Dub.

Luke Trump.

Listen, I'm sorry to say this, man, but
if you're gonna be the boss of crime,

then you're a crime boss.

Ain't no two other ways about it.

You and Sug got to bounce.

- What?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you heard me.
'Cause I'mma tell you what I'm finna do.

When Ms. Hopson comes here,

I'm giving her all the money
I made selling this merchandise,

and I'm taking over the lease
of the barbershop.

Because if this is the route
that you're gonna go,

you can come here
and get your hair cut, but that's it.

Can't talk shop around here.

'Cause this place is Switzerland.
It has to be, and you know it.

All right.

All right.

I respect that.

Mr. Cage. We need to talk.

Not here.

- Coming, big man?
- No doubt.

I thought you weren't a king.

I'm not.

I'm a rook.

Luke, wait.

Don't do this, man.

You don't have to do it like this.

Somebody has to.

Ms. Stokes' handwritten will
is as follows.

The Basquiat will be donated
to the Studio Museum of Harlem.

Her leftover millions

will transform the Family First Initiative
into the Family First Foundation.

Tilda...

she left you Cornell's keyboard.

And I quote...

"To Carl Lucas,

known on the streets of Harlem
as Luke Cage,

I give Harlem's Paradise.

The club, the deed, the name."

Why?

Because Tilda just lied to you?

No.

Harlem's Paradise
is the crown jewel of Harlem.

It should go to someone
who loves Harlem as much as I do.

You know the story of the Sirens?

The beauty of their voices

compelled men off course
to crash against the rocks.

This club will be his siren.

He'll be lulled by its song,

lulled by so-called greatness.

She really said that?

"You can't rule no kingdom
from a barbershop,"

is what she said to me.

The preacher's son will think
he can use the roost to change things,

to control it.

But in the end...

it will change him.

Do you want it?

Nah.

You should burn it.

Burn it down to the ground.

You know, just because she gave it to
you didn't mean you had to take it.

Everything flows through here, right?

I can watch from above. Like a hawk.

Or a dictator.

This is the right move, Misty, trust me.

Things are quiet again.

I did that.

Not all crime is gone,
but people are thinking twice now.

They know there's a new sheriff in town.

We can finally protect Harlem again.

I'll enforce the unwritten rules
while you enforce the written ones.

And what about the law, Luke?

But when has the law
ever really protected us?

Don't think that I will hesitate
to take you down...

if you start acting a fool.

I'm counting on it.

Rosalie Carbone needs to talk.

Anibal Izqueda is here, too.

What do you want me to do?

Put them in VIP downstairs.

Anything else?

♪ Welcome to Harlem
The home of innovating ♪

♪ Legacies, stories of gods
Killing Satan ♪

♪ Where they honor Harlem's father
Philip Peyton ♪

♪ The Renaissance in the making ♪

♪ Ellington, Garvey
Joe Louis, Lena Horne ♪

♪ Malcolm, Miles, Louis Armstrong ♪

♪ But now crime is the new crave
So it's a new crusade ♪

♪ So salute to Luke Cage ♪

♪ Fight for the cause
All the way to the top ♪

♪ Rivalry wars
Life could be lost ♪

♪ No time for remorse
Forward, always for Pop ♪

♪ Until the crown is rightfully yours
But success brings sacrifice ♪

♪ And knowing what's at stake ♪

♪ The pressure could crack a pipe ♪

♪ But everything has a price ♪

♪ But you pay with your life
In the king's paradise ♪

♪ This story gets complicated ♪

♪ He got framed for a crime
And incarcerated ♪

♪ Locked up
His alter ego builds ♪

♪ Experimented on
Left him with superhero skills ♪

♪ Now every day he
gets twice as strong ♪

♪ Bulletproof skin, but
his life is torn ♪

♪ The only lady he ever loved
In his life is gone ♪

♪ Escaped prison
Got to fight to right his wrong ♪

♪ No question ♪

♪ He gonna take on the whole hood
In a hoodie ♪

♪ No weapons and no cape on ♪

♪ One by one and knock 'em out ♪

♪ Until Cottonmouth is forgot about ♪

♪ But success brings sacrifice ♪

♪ And if you thinking it's a piece
of cake You can have a slice ♪

♪ It's like gambling
with a pair of dice ♪

♪ But you pay with your life
In the king's paradise ♪

She's here.
What do you want me to tell her?

Tell Claire to go home.

Your strength is from God, Carl.

I have no doubt in my mind about that.

But with that kind of power
comes its share of pain.

I know, Dad.

Science? Magic? God?

That power flows from within.

From inside.

What comes out
when that pressure is heaviest?

That's the real magic.

That's what defines being a man.

That's what defines being a hero.

sync and corrections by awaqeded
www.MY-SUBS.com.