The windy city was torn, and many bodies were to be buried. War was never fun or wanted, but in this life of crime, it was sometimes needed.

Kanye filled another cup with coffee, and he sparked another joint. He had been awake for a while now, helping protect shooters throughout the war. It was nice to finally sit, and enjoy the day.

After drinking his coffee, and smoking his joint, Kanye stepped out of his house, and made a speech to some people passing by, that decided to stay and listen.

“As you all may know, war ravaged our streets. I’m not one to come out and explain the war, and give details, seeing as I was only doing what I could to help my city and the cities I was told to help. However, I do want to come out, and acknowledge those who lost their lives in this war. They are in a better place now, resting in peace. Those sons and daughters that believe their parents were killed for no reason should recognize that the war is now over, and nothing can be done. It isn’t right to come out and bad mouth those who won the war, and disrespect them. Celebrate the lives your parents had, and work hard to have a life as great, if not greater than theirs.”

Kanye checks his watch, then clears his throat before speaking again

“Time has gotten past me. I have some things to attend to. Again, I would like to say rest in peace to those who lost their lives in the war. If there are any sons or daughters looking for a home, please speak to me. I hold no grudges to those in war, so if you need someone to shelter you, talk to me, and maybe we can work something out.”

Kanye walks back into his home, and begins to get ready for the day ahead of him.