G-unit - Eye For An Eye -

The rain fell hard on the asphalt, mirroring the heavy rhythm of the block. Marcus stared out the cracked window of his high-rise apartment, his eyes cold and fixed on the street corner below. He was a soldier of the concrete jungle, a man raised on the philosophy of the G-Unit era where loyalty was everything and betrayal was a death sentence.

The news had hit him like a physical blow an hour ago. K-Tone, his closest friend and the only person he trusted with his life, was gone. Ambushed in a setup that smelled of inside information. Marcus didn’t need to ask who was responsible. He knew the players on this chessboard, and he knew the rules they played by. In their world, there was no calling the police, no filing reports, and no waiting for a justice system that didn’t recognize their existence. There was only the law of the streets: an eye for an eye. G-unit - Eye for an eye

The room froze. For a split second, the only sound was the clicking of the poker chips on the felt table. Marcus raised his weapon, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. The rain fell hard on the asphalt, mirroring

This is for K-Tone, Marcus said, his voice cutting through the heavy air. The news had hit him like a physical blow an hour ago

The spot was a underground gambling den run by a rival crew leader named Silas. Silas was the one who had ordered the hit on K-Tone, thinking he could expand his territory without paying the blood tax. Marcus knew the layout of the place like the back of his hand. He parked his stolen car two blocks away and approached through the dark alleyways, moving like a phantom.

As he walked away from the scene, the heavy rhythm of the block continued, indifferent to the individual lives caught in its gears. He knew that the code he lived by was a demanding one, often leaving little room for anything other than survival. Driving off into the dark city night, Marcus remained a figure bound by the unrelenting environment and the harsh philosophy of an eye for an eye.