Had there ever been a time in my life where I questioned my own sanity, now would have been the perfect time to do a full-out investigation. I never imagined things would have gotten this serious, this far, this.....devastatingly impossible to grasp. I couldn't understand what it was that I did at that moment exactly, but all I knew was that this wasn't my blood on my hands. All I remember was us bowing our heads as we stood in our circle that embellished our brotherhood, and I remember saying "lets give our fans one hell of a show guys, lets perform like its our last day on Earth", and we did just that. We went out singing and performing our hearts out, right on that stage like we've done so many times before. Maybe I should have knocked on wood at that moment when I said that, because little did I know, for one of us, it really was. And as I looked down at my hands once more, and looked over at my brothers, once so close-knit and thought capable of handling this life that fame brought, Prodigy and Ray Ray and Roc and I, we never even saw it coming. And I crumbled and my hands still crumpled his bloodstained shirt, and my head fell on his chest, and for once in my life....for once in all our lives, we knew we had a mission that was our own at last. Roc, we promise you, we will find your killer, and we will avenge your death brother.
