Lil Wayne walked into the Streets and he jumped up onto a bench and he started to speak

Hello one and all, I am Wayne, mostly called Lil Wayne by my friends and no, I am not here to talk about the drug run I had yesterday. I, However, am here to give a little talk about my Families history and also to pose a question to all of you.

Well, I am the second member of my bloodline to come here to these shores. My father, God Rest His Soul was a Wise Guy who served under Don V in Philadelphia. Yes, the man did not make it big in this life style but he was the world to me and if I have learnt anything from him, it is to meet as many people as I can and to have as many contacts as possible.

So, here comes the question. What is your bloodline? and also tell me a little bit about yourself.

Well, adios for now

He then moves to one side waiting for others to contribute

FrankieTheFishIII, while walking by, listens in to the words spoken by Lil Wayne..

Out of curiosity and interest, Frankie stops and turns to Lil Wayne.

Hello there Lil Wayne, my name is FrankieTheFish from Phili, it is a pleasure to meet you.  It sounds to me as if your Father meant a lot to you, and played a big part in who you are today. I can no doubt relate to that myself.

Frankie reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his last cigar. Lighting it up, and taking a deep draw, slowly blowing out a thick cloud of smoke in such a fashion that one would think he was just building up anticipation for his next statement, he continues to speak..

As a youngster I grew up living in the mean streets of Liberty city, my mother was a full time house wife, running herself ragged trying to keep the house up to my father's impossible standards. My father, (well Frankie briefly pauses), I know very little of my father. I know he spent days on end with all the cheap, high class women he could get his greedy little hands on. I know he spent time gambling at the horse track and casinos, going to expensive night-clubs, as well as a fair amount of time sitting behind bars on serious charges, always before witnesses conveniently seem to disappear, or otherwise come to the conclusion that testifying would not be the best decision they could make. You see, my old man couldn't handle a 9 to 5 job, he hadn't paid taxes, he was a liar, a cheat, a con-artist, a genuine scumbag according to some people's definition, my dad was a man I was proud of.

Frankie Draws from his cigar.

My Father was a goomba who spent most of his time in Los Angeles, turning small amounts of drugs into larger profit. He was loyal to his friends, a man destined to rise in the ranks of this thing of ours, or die trying. The time I did spent with him, I learned how to make a living doing what he did. If it wasn't for my old man, I'd probably be sitting somewhere like a sucker, jumping through hoops for chump change right now, or even dead.

My father was eventually found face down in Los Angeles with a bullet in the back of his head, along with the rest of the family with who he worked, over business that doesn't not concern anybody. Upon his death, I decided to live up to his example, now here I am, standing before you today, freezing my ass off while talking to a man standing on a bench :)

Frankie takes a seat on the bench across from the one Lil Wayne is standing on, rubbing his hands together to warm his fingers.

Frankie I'm sorry for your Loss you father sounds like a good man.

After listening to the other two men's story, Uncle_Al decides that it is time he shares he story. He jumps out of his seat and gestures the crowd over.

I am sure many of you owe your father a lot. The knowledge, friends, and probably a small sum of money to help you survive in this thing of ours. Agree?

Uncle_Al, with his eyes now slightly widened, turns to the crowd as if expecting an answer. Before anyone could speak, Uncle_Al nodded to himself and continues

I am no different. It was quite some time ago when my father worked in these shores. He alighted from his ship with nothing more than a few dollars at Detroit. As a fresh young man who has never been to a rough place like this, you would expect him to be bullied. But that is not the case. My father needed money, food and a bed. That is when he turned to crime. He joined a few wise guys after they promised him an easy way to make the dough. Now, here is the interesting part about my father's life. He, himself, has had worked under four different leaders. I will make this thing short and brief.

His first leader, whom I shall not name, mysteriously disappeared after my father had just become a wise guy himself. His leader never returned and it was eventually reported in the newspaper that they found his body in the sea. Feeling intrigued and betrayed at the same time, my father was fortunate that the godmother of Detroit offered him, and many others in the similar situation, a place in another crew. It was at that time that war came, just as my father was getting used to his new surroundings. My father worked alongside with his leader and right hand man through the war. He was not a trained hitter, of course. He just spent his time defending his boss. Eventually, his second boss died in a wackback. His third, which he managed to rise up to the boss rank, was killed because of money issues. He did not spend much time with his fourth boss, who died because of some disputes.

Then, feeling lost and lonely, my father wrote me a letter at that time. He told me his experience of working under different people, their different expectations and how the rules are set in this world. He was then killed, after not being able to find a place to live at.

Now here I am, to follow my father's footsteps. This is not the friendliest place to live in, but I am determined to make a living here. I also hope my son works in this business in the future too.

With that, Uncle_Al retreats back into the crowd, willing the people standing around him to share their sotry.

uncle al. I am shere your father would be proud of you. To see what you have Become.

Champ is walking down the street when he hears some men stating who they are.

He replies: I am but a lonely orphan picked up by Achilles.

Some say I am the Champion of the world others say I am a devious poisonous glass of the finest Champaign.

He then passes a cigar to each of the men saying the loss of a loved one is unbearable but with these cigars they will help you get through it.

Zeus was walking in the Streets in a disguise, hoping no body recognized him as the idiot who wrote the 'Winning Story' about meeting Dimne when he saw his crew mate ask a question of all the people. He walked up to the group that was discussing it.

Well, I don't know that much about my father other than he was in the mob and that he died when I was 10 and that he was a drunk asshole, but I am glad to see you all have such good fathers, who were kind enough to tell you every thing they knew.

Zeus it dosen't matter what your father was it is only what you will be

SPM makes his way to the front of the crowd after reaching the front he starts to speak…

Hey there, the names SPM just though id add that its nice to see people still looking up to there ancestors after they have passed. In my mind it sets a bar, a place of achievement to live up to their expectations and follow their footsteps for the better. Given your luck and some good ole hard work who knows you might even live past your ancestors and past their expectations.

Though my ancestors have been around for sometime I cant point out one of them and I know many don’t have the time to sit here and listen to me bicker about all of them. Never the less I think they all had something special that they all shared, respect loyalty and honor and a love for this thing of ours. Im hoping that maybe someday I could even match up to half the things some of them have accomplished, but you know never say never as I stated earlier hard honest work goes a long way.

Either way, im breathing now I have my family here with me and everything seems to be quite peaceful, who could argue with that. Life is good.

Thank you for the time…

SPM smiles and gives a quick nod before disappearing back into the crowd…

Singer Recognizes Spm and smiles

I like it sir i think its a good story. I hope you do all of your ancestory proud and reach heights that they only dreamed of.

As Spm disappears Singer looks at LilWayne

Brother this was a cool idea you had here to get to know a little about everyones life. I would say my past but you know i say it all the time. Besides i practically wear it on my sleeve. But Way to come out and ask about people.

Thanks Singer i came up with idea to let different people from different cities come together and talk about about thier ancestory

Roor listens to SPM and SINGER. He walks up beside SINGER, and pats him on the back

Nice to see ya around man. I agree with you, Wayne had a good idea. Maybe some others may also share some of their goals?

I'll start with a little background on my ancestors. My father, as well as his father were both straight and narrow businessmen. Neither of them ever got very far, working long hours for low pay. However my father had a very strict set of morales, as well as strong sense of religion. In fact, my father is estranged from me due to me being involved in certain.... activities. I cannot help who I am, this way of life is for me. I will not spend my life to end up with nothing...

Remmy walks by and after listening to everyone talk about their Fathers he decides to join in on the conversation.

Hi everyone, my name is Remmy. It is both depressing and an honor to hear about what great people your Fathers were and how they contributed to this society.

Personally I do not know my father. I believe that I'm a first generation member and it has been difficult without that guiding figure. I would like to tell all of you that your fathers would definately be proud of what all of you are doing for the community right now.

Remmy steps back into the crowd to observe and listen to what others has to say.

Remmy it is good that you don't know your father there for you will be attatched to your don and respect him think about it.

Joey_Cesari walks out from an alley in shadows after listening to all the stories. He then walks upto the crowd....."Hello everyone very nice stories brought a tear to my eye. Anyway I guess its my turn.

Hello everyone I am Joey_Cesari named after my Great Great Great Great Grandfather. My bloodline has never been on these shores before in our timeline but they were in another timeline, the .org timeline (Before Izzy Left). Anyway My father and his father were not in the life of crime. But I was raised with my Great Great Grandfather and he told me all the stories from thier lives before he was killed. So after hearing the stories I decided that this was the life for me and I moved over here to give it a shot. Ok that is all I have to say.

Respects to everyone

Joey then steps back and pulls a small tube from his pocket and snorts what seems to be cocaine from it. He then puts the tube away and pulls out a cigar and lights it up, smoking it waiting to hear peoples responses.

FrankieTheFishIII, realizing that he had just been spacing off for a considerable amount of time, adds further to the conversation.

I think in some ways, everybody can attribute some of who they are, and what they know, to the man who help conceive them. Interesting stories from everybody thus far :)

I agree with you Frankie thier are some Interesting stories

WTF? Why would anyone want to come out here and share their stories?

"Lets all hold hands, and it would make me all warm inside if you be my BFF"

Seriously the only reason we talk to each other (members outside of family) is that it suits our business needs or there is something in it for me, not because we want to know what your oh so important father done.

If you have to come here and tell people who you are that confirms you are actually a nobody, as if you were important then you people would know all about you.

This point is confirmed by the sheer lack of attendance from anyone of real importance or that hold any respectable rank.....possibly exclude 2 people but i would still put them in the mix

Well, HuggleBear. I am glad to see that this is the opinion you have but some others, namely the people who have spoke here also have the tendency to try and make friends out side of their own families and if a discussion about what their fathers did is what is going to start it, then why the hell not?

Because we are not here to be friends. We are here to make money, and gain power. Who gives a fuck about friends? I tell you who the people who will never do anything in this world.....