My dad was a drug lord, biggest drug lord there was. His name was Carlos Cortez but in the streets they called him Lucien, why? I don't know and I don't care. My dad kept me away from everything that he did in the streets, he even changed my name just so people wouldn't find out who I really am. My dad was always there for me, him, my mother Tasha and my brother Malcom but that changed when I turned 12, then it changed again when I turned 15. They say it's in my blood, they say it runs through the Cortez family but I'm not so sure about that. I was born a Cortez and I can't do the shit that Cortez's do. I guess I'm just not cut out to be a Cortez.

Moving to Chicago, I never thought it would be like this. I never thought I would have the friends I have today, I never believed that I would be accepted into there pack. I always felt like an outsider and they didn't do anything to make me feel like I was welcomed either. I had to earn my way into there pack and I did, but I didn't do it alone. In a way each of them helped me, it may not seem like it but they did. We're all alike in different ways....we all have our inner issues that were dealing with and we all have done things were not proud of. But we help each other get through that shit, were there for each other when we feel like we have no one left, no one on our side. We accept each other, understand each other, flaws and all, we're a pack, a family, and just like every other family we fight. But at the end of the day we stand together and put our differences aside.