Jungle slowly walks toward the town center tipping his hat to all he passes by. He makes his way to the podium and begins to adjust the mic. Wiping what appears to be food crumbs from the last speaker he clears his throat. 

Hello ladies and gentlemen  I have taken to the streets, which is very rare for myself and my ancestors before me.  However, I have come to ask a certain question.  Why do many feel so entitled?  Yet, this question brings many others.  Is it because of one's father or mother or is it merely the thought that one is better than the other?  For ages we have learned to follow in the footsteps of our parents, but when should one change or should they change?  These questions are all ones that many before me have asked.  

My ancestors before always wondered why this world is the way it is. However, he could never fully understand. 

Looking out over the crowd Jungle raises his hand

Let me know what you think. 

Hearing an interesting subject be presented afghan decides to wander closer and maybe put forth his own thoughts on the matter. After listening to Jungle speak he starts.

I think the majority of these individuals felt that because what their ancestors have done, been through or been a part of means that they should be some sort of special case and get whatever they want or be able to do and/or say whatever they want. Myself, I feel that anyone under made can have their opinions but most of the time it is best to keep them to themselves. I tend to stay out of the streets for this same reason until I become a man of honor in my family. Before this time I try and keep distance from the streets because I'm a nobody. I haven't proven myself to anyone, I'm not a true part of this thing of ours, I'm nothing. If someone didn't like what I said I would expect them to just walk up and end my life because I am not a true part of my family yet. If someone took it as disrespect, same deal but maybe an addition to death would be a disrespectful whisper to put me in my place, to remind me that I was never a part of what those I was speaking to is. I know times have changed and this isn't always the case but to me, I still live my life by these ideals. Then there are others that do believe they are better than anyone and everyone else and think they could do everything better. Again, these individuals usually learn the hard way that this isn't so and find themselves in a ditch. 

Stepping outside of the coffee shop after his morning coffee Lancelot notices a young man discussing an interesting topic, watching as the crowd gathered he listened to what was being said then stood in thought for a few moments before making his way towards the front.

"An interesting subject here and one that I have often asked myself, for me regardless of your ancestors accomplishments you are entitled to nothing, yes your father or mother may well have been a notorious mobster with a big reputation hell they may even have been a Godfather in their own right, achievements to be proud of yes but should this carry any weight after you have been buried and your kin hits these shores?, Of course not we all start with nothing and everything we get should be earnt the same way everything else in life is. I have never been a fan of a crewleader dying and then their kin fresh off the boat getting auth just because of who his or her father was. I am a crew leader myself did I get here because of who my ancestors were? although it may have aided in the overall decision making I am here because I worked hard for it, my ancestors may have proved their worth in a position of power but does that mean that automatically I have proven my worth? of course not because I am not the same person my ancestors were, I am a different entity altogether and as such have to prove myself all over again. Only the arrogant would feel they are entitled to anything".

After finishing what he had to say Lancelot steps back into the crowd lights a cigarette and awaits the views of the masses.

Walking past the coffee shop, Bogie noticed the stir created by the speaker and stopped to give a listen.  After a few minutes, their comments gave him pause.

I am no one.  Bogie thought to himself. I am just an orphan, no parents, new in this town and completely alone in the world until I came here. Bogie snipped the end of his cigar then held a match to its end until it glowed red.  His thoughts turned away from the crowd as he began to stroll past the gathering.  His footsteps wandered much as did his thoughts.  

I am a lucky man to have been taken in by Katniss and her family. They opened their doors to me without hesitation and gave me everything I needed to survive. They taught me the ins and outs of this world and gave me something I never had before...a sense of respect and belonging. 

Bogie's steps were not as aimless as he had thought.  Some sense of habit had taken over and he soon found himself standing in front of The Hanging Tree headquarters. Bogie suddenly felt a rush of feelings he had trouble laying name to, but then it came to him. I belong here. I owe this family everything.  

As he opened the door, he saw Katniss look up from her desk and smile. I wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for you, Bogie thought as he removed his hat and nodded hello.  Orders, Boss?

Just as Weav3r had begun to take an exit from the bar, he sighted what appeared to be someone beginning to cause a rally out in the town center, and it was drawing a crowd already. If there were people actually standing there and engaged in conversation with the individual, surely this would not be a waste of his time if Weav3r chose to venture closer -- which is precisely what he did. 

Upon getting nearer to the crowd, Weav3r quickly put his head on a swivel to assess each person standing about, before his gaze turned to the speaker and offered his own opinion. 

"Contrary to what the others are saying, I have doubts that this.." Weav3r paused, and rubbed the backs of two fingers against the underside of his chin. This was a concept that he spent a great deal of time thinking about himself, but only now was he having to actually figure out a way to put it into words. "This entitlement you speak of, is the fault of what people have accomplished in their lives. To put it simply, the blame should be put on our parents, for it all depends on the way we are brought up." 

It was far from a huge, inspirational speech..but it was late, and Weav3r was beginning to feel his drowsiness cloud his mind. After concluding that statement, the middle-aged male rolled his head around to loosen up the joints of his neck, causing a few audible cracks to emanate from his position as he awaited further comments from the fellow..visitors.

 Walking past the town center Theory spots a man on a podium and overhears one word, "Entitlement". He steps closer and listens to the rest of the speech. He remembers awhile back reading a journal left behind by one of his ancestors. According to his ancestor he wasn't liked very much because of his sense of entitlement. Once the man that called himself Jungle had finished his speech and a few others had gave their ideas and opinions Theory thought that this was his time to speak.

He himself never held a presence in the streets. Always too shy to speak. But this topic, the topic of entitlement, he knew he could say a few words on this.

"I remember reading a journal from a great grandfather of mine by the name of Sinergy. For those that knew him before his sad downfall into addiction, he was well liked, well respected, and trusted. He had been given opportunities quite a few times to be a hand to a Crew Leader and to a GodFather. From what I read in the journal, he enjoyed this position. He felt he had worked hard enough for the family and held the knowledge to be put in that position and that he was more than deserving. He liked the taste of power. Problem was was that he liked the taste of power too much."

"He taught his children that when they grew up and if they were to join this thing of ours then to accept nothing but the best. So his children afterwards, being taught these things from their father, felt they were entitled to only join a family if they absolutely knew down the road there would be an upper structure position open for them. They had sadly lost their humbleness that their great great grandfathers once had. Sadly the legacy of the Sinergy clan didn't last much longer after this."

"Having a sense of entitlement.. Excuse me, having the WRONG since of entitlement can cripple you from any true growth as a person. Always know that their is room for improvement. Always know that their so much more more to learn. And most of all, know that you are not entitled to SHIT unless you earn it. I may not be able to bring back the name Sinergy that my ancestors once carried, but I can create a new legacy based on what Ive learned from my forefathers."

"And that is all ladies and gents. Thank you for listening" Theory says as he lights a cigarette and walks away into the nearby alley, not looking back.

Dana looks up having heard an all too familiar word, then steps forward, offering a thought for those that would ponder it:

"Entitlement eh? No one has any. They may have a sense of what they think they should have but it in fact does not exist. The favoritism of proclaiming someone your right or left hand just because their parent had it is over that in itself helped end the days when we saw Gangsters walking around as LHM or RHM to someone who had power. Not to say people don't remember bloodlines but you are , you are not your house, you are not your car, you are not your bloody checkbook and you are certainly not your ancestor." 

With that Dana smiles, winks, and steps back in to those gathered.

Walder had been listening to the conversation. Some of the things that were said had touched him and feelings of wanton desire to respond began to bubble up through his gut and up into his chest.

He walked to the front of the crowd and cleared his throat

I think it is understandable in a way. Yes the idea is that people are judged on what they have done, and that nothing should be judged on ancestory, but frankly this is not true at all. Of course it isnt. 

I am not saying that people are only judged on ancestory, but of course it influences people. The sons and grandsons are 99% of the time, a genetically similar personality to that of their forebearers. The people that knew their ancestors have an instant connection with that person as such, and genetically they know what they can do or cannot do. Anyone who denies this is frankly just taking out of their rear ends. Now before people go off on a tangent... I am not saying that this is intentional and I am not saying it is the active procedure. I am just saying of course it influences people.

In this particular topic, this is relevant, as the grandson or great grandson of the person who died, also has a genetic feeling that they know their grandparents friends and family. Due to this, of course they will expect some sort of entitlement, as genuinely new people that join our shores need to be thoroughly researched, checked out, monitored, trained and fully trusted before anything can happen. The overall rule would be that everyone is even, but it cannot be even, there will always be some sort of bias and a sense of entitlement. 

The only way there could be a truly unbiased, and the sense of entitlement to be dissipated would be to make sure that you are never in contact with anyone that your ancestors worked with, or worked for, or even knew, and frankly I do not think that is possible.

In short, you should not feel entitled, but in reality that would be the reason why many people do.

Walder stepped back into the shadows and watched with his pale yellow eyes

I think it's very obvious to everyone that a sense of entitlement is held by people and also granted to people. It's just a way of the world. Both here and overseas.

It is just like me bringing my son out to meet you all on these streets. Realistically you would treat him with the respect granted to me. Now if I were to die and he remained it would be quite natural for him to be afforded some form of respect right off the bat. He has come from what I would hope people view as good stock. He would be welcomed to where his dad was welcomed, showed the ropes, given more chances to perform and generally given a good shot at following his dads footsteps up the ladder.

Anyone who denies your father his an impact on your current way of life is kidding themselves. People turn up on these shores claiming that no-one from their family was here before them. But sooner rather than later the facts come out and peoples views can change in an instant.

Despite what people claim about bloodlining it will forever be here. There are lines that I simply do not like. I would assume they carry the same traits as their lines and as such would give them a wide berth. In the same breath I would follow some lines to the end of the earth. They would be afforded my respect from their fathers achievements. Now, does this make me shallow? Perhaps. But I am one of many that acts the same way.

To sum up. If you do have prestigious family line and you come to these shore expecting to be treated as a new face off the ship then you're not doing your father/mother any justice. They worked hard to build your name and give you good standing. Perhaps, realistically, people should have a bigger sense of entitlement when they return?