Coming up in the streets was like school. The streets itself was a life. A chosen one by many, but few survived. Cutthroat? Naw I would call it like chopin necks. Yea it was hard, but what do you do? You gotta keep hustlin. Keep on the grind. My family had tried. Many fails from just because. There was no honor in dying in your sleep. That's not our choice tho.

So what now?

Try again?

Sooner or later, or maybe never will you push through to just survive. (the struggle is real)

HerbalTheLeaf Son Of Lampshade

Chicago, the scene is set as HerbalTheLeaf looks up at the HQ that his father once worked. He pays the taxi with tip and exits the cab. With his one duffle bag he walks up towards the entrance. He sees a few associates, and members of Gaston posted out front. There are a few that he does know. A few his father would always talk about. Also a few that he heard about. Also deaths like his father, they would carry on just as well. Who knows what's gonna happen?

The streets were a maze. Around what corner would what happen? HerbalTheLeaf walks into the HQ to show his presence amongst his new family.