The city lamps blurred as a canvas of color. Benny was lost within the city's pulse, his head swimming on the grey concrete jungle. The crackled with anticipation. A dissonant tune drifted from a nearby honky-tonk, beckoning Benny closer. He longed for oblivion. A pill, tiny and blue, was the answer to his prayers. Xanax offered escape. The world

Yo, life be a trip sometimes, ya know? Gotta stay strong. The streets are ruthless, but we gotta make it count. When the pressure builds, some people turn to somethin' else. That's where the G's Up, Xanny Down life comes in. It's about surviving the game. You gotta be smart, be smooth, be ruthless to make it in this world. We look out for our own.