Where am I? Last thing I remember, it was chaos. Darkness. Now I’m here. Is this heaven… or hell? Woke up in a bed, this ain’t my crib, nah, this ain’t O’Block, Friends’ pictures on the wall, feelin’ like a ghost watch. Got this weight in my chest, heavy like them chains I wore, Am I alive or a memory? Still can’t find the door. I ask the homie, "Yo, what year we livin' in?" He say, "Von, you been gone, it's 2024 again." Duck’s name hit my brain, he say the crew all locked, Tied to his murder—brothers lost, clocks don’t stop. He say, "That fight with Quando? Yeah, that’s how you fell, The streets turned cold, but Rondo sittin’ in a cell." And my stomach twist, not for him, but for the cycle we built, My name still burnin’, but all I feel is guilt. Am I in heaven or hell, or just somewhere between? Where the legends still live but they haunted by the scene. The street’s all I knew, but now it’s lookin’ so small, Woke up in another life, ...