The HQ of the Lunatics was hot....and that's not just the occupants....107 in the shade....damn! Sometimes it's too hot to even do bank jobs....leads to more time for thinking – not always a good thing for Lyric. The paper is full of the recent massacres in Detroit, blood flowing through the streets, a complete wipeout! And for what? Power? Protection of property? Who gives a shit! When you're the MAN, you can do wtf you you want, you answer to no-one!

This is the way things have always been in this thing of ours – a survival of the fittest, natural evolution! The strongest rise to the top, the weak either serve, or they die, simple! But, what happens when you get to the top? The top for a lot of people is their own crew, the top for the elite is Godfather! Is that enough? Is that where the journey ends?

For many it seems to be!

Lyric stops, and realising she's rambling, remembers her original thought!

You're gonna die – either by my gun or your enemy's or your “friend's”...hell, you aint gonna die of old age – that doesn't happen in this thing of ours.

So my question to you is this – how will you be remembered? What's your legacy? What will you do to live on in people's memories after you're long gone???