Family Letter: “The Never-Ending Letter”
Yung Fambo!
What the dilla? Shit, me, just chillin. Nigga came through, and since it's all rhymin, tell me what it do.
Damn, I didn't know that I would start with a flow
but fuck it since I jumped in the car then let's go
Mista C.Coy's in this I don't need my boys in this
all I need is choicy chicks 'n' diamonds big as oysters bitch
this is true murda rap, every rapper curse the fact
that I'm that, person that's, harder than a turtle's back
servin crack, burnin sacks, turnin Lacs, hurtin tracks
who the fuck sees me, my flow deserves thirty plaques
how bout just a couple trophies, make one for soccer too
cause I'm pretty good, if I only had the proper shoe
all we have is Converse, the old ones, like mom wore
since I brought her up, that be who I did this song for
but she don't believe me cause she said it wasn't even planned
Mom you're just sayin that cause really you're a Weezy fan!
if you bought his single ma, don't forget that Jesus saw
Sylvia said she heard you tryna sing it at the bingo ball
wait till the SON is born, I'mma make you take it back!
you're that person at the Texans game, in a Raider's cap!
you're the one who partied after De La Hoya beat Chavez!
probably if crossin was a skill you could teach college!
or, maybe I'm trippin, maybe you be jammin me
I just want my family to know that I'm "Your Majesty"
then I want my picture real big, in the livingroom
put the others where you keep the mop, and the kitchen broom
no I'm not selfish Mom, why you always call me that!
I'm the one who helped you fold the clothes at the laundromat!
when you washed dishes answer this: Who would do the rinsin!
then we watched novelas in the afternoon on Univision
I laughed when you laughed, I never understood the words
you cried when I cried, feed the world to the birds
next giveaway be "Without the SON" or "The River"
why you think the compitition already pourin liquor
two shots to numb the stress, pure dope and nothin less
S.P. to-da fuckin Mex, carve it in somebody's chest
punish vets, with the same whip that the youngest gets
you verses me, equals me plus a bloody mess
fuck recognition I don't need attention or a vote
"Niggas can't fuck with Los", that's ya fuckin horrascope.....
Damn, where did all that come from?
I’m sensing a little frustration within me.
Since I didn’t give this Cold 40 a
title, I shall do that, now. Hmmm, how about “Choicy Chicks and Oysters”?
No, that don’t sound right. How bout
“Mom Loves Weezy”? Actually, I think “Horrascope” sounds cool. Fuck it,
“Horrascope” it is. One of the books I’m putting together is called “SPM’s
School of Rap” and it’ll have tons of Cold 40s in it, so that’s why I needed a
title.
So, how is you? I’m calling this
letter “never-ending” because I’m just going to write till I get tired, and
mail it off. I’m not even going to say “bye” or sign my name at the end. I’ll
just pick up where I left off on the next day, and call the next letter “The
Never-Ending Letter Part 2.”
A lot has happened since I really
sat down and wrote you. I see that “Eric” was kicked off the site. For those
who don’t know, Eric has been one of our most critical critics, skeptical
skeptics and haterfullistic haters on this blog. Personally, I feel he’s
important to my goals of showing the world what really went on in my case. He’s
the voice of other people who think I would mess with somebody’s child. To
address his points is to address the views of other skeptics. But it seems he
crossed a line that made Incandesio uncomfortable. From what I understand, Eric
began to search for personal information on her. I’ll give you a partial
exchange that I saw on one of her letters to me:
Incandesio said:
“It
has come to your attention”...So you’re invested in this enough to look up my
Facebook profile? Dude, that is creepy as hell.
Eric
said...
LOL,
you’re lucky I haven’t posted on there yet
Incandesio
said...
Well, gee, what are you going to post?
“Hi, I’m that guy who gets so upset when someone
disagrees with me that I creep around their Facebook page and wack off to it”?
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I
remember another exchange where Eric invited Incandesio to have a drink. I’m
sure he was kidding, but I thought to myself, “This dude is attracted to her.”
I can’t say I blame him, there’s
nothing more attractive than an educated, intelligent woman. But, maybe all
this time he’s been debating with her, he’s been enjoying himself more than we
thought. I could be wrong, but you don’t invite a chick for a drink unless you
got business, or you wanna give her the business. Of course, Incandesio told
him she had better taste.
Either way, I’m sorry about Eric’s
banning. He had a point when he told Incandesio (and I’m paraphrasing), “You
should be thankful for me. If not for me, all you’d have is SPM supporters and
no one to debate with.”
Whatever Incandesio’s decision is, I
respect. She’s a mother of 5 children, the wife of a United States Marine, and
every decision she makes is with her family in mind.
One person said—in so many
words—that she banned Eric because she couldn’t handle the challenge. I read
this comment around the time they were arguing about something that happened in
my civil trial.
See, a while back I wrote a write-up
where I said that the civil jury didn’t fall for all the bullshit the way the
criminal jury did. I basically said that the civil jury either believed I was
innocent, or had major doubts I was guilty.
Eric’s argument was that the civil
jury voted “yes” on malicious intent, which means that I had meant to cause the
child malice. Therefore, the jury did believe I was guilty. He kept
repeating over and over, “Don’t you know that they had a choice, Incandesio?
They could’ve voted ‘no’. Answer the question, Incandesio, don’t you know they
could’ve voted ‘no’?”
He thought he had something going,
but let me speak to that point.
When a person gets convicted of a
crime, he can appeal the conviction. It’s a process where the appeal goes through
different courts. The first two or three appeals goes to places in the State
you were convict in. In my case, it went to people in Texas. Well, the State
just spent a bunch of money getting you convicted, so they almost never give
you relief. All lawyers know that. You have to keep pushing your appeals to
federal courts, like the 5th Circuit and the Supreme Court in
Washington. But once your conviction is denied by those in your State, it’s
considered “final.” After it’s “final”, the plaintiff can take you to civil
court (to sue you for money), and ask the civil judge to not allow you
the opportunity to defend yourself. That’s what they did to me. They waited
three years, till 2005, when all my State appeals were exhausted, to take me to
civil court. They knew if they would have allowed me to defend myself, they
wouldn’t have won.
I didn’t know about this law, and I
couldn’t wait for the civil trial. I wanted to, once and for all, prove my
innocence. In criminal trial, I took the shit for what it was, a fucking joke.
I was actually rewriting the script for a film we were working on, during the
trial. I totally underestimated the State’s ability, determination, and
resources to make bullshit sound believable.
Anyway, when my civil lawyer gave me
the bad news, he said, “Carlos, I’m sorry but we won’t be able to fight the
charges. You won’t even be able to say you didn’t do this.”
“What are you talking about?” I
said.
“Your conviction is considered final
as far as Texas is concerned.”
We went back and forth on this for a
while, then he said, “It might be wise for you and your brother to think about
settling out of court. The jury can give this family any amount of money they
choose. There’s no cap on the amount.”
In other words, he was saying that
they could award a trillion dollars if they wanted. Of course, I could never
pay that much, but any penny I made (for the rest of my life) would go straight
to them.
Me and my brother talked about it
and he said he would offer $300,000 dollars. He said, “Carlos, I know it sucks,
but you could lose everything you’ve ever worked for. We’ve got to think about
our future.”
I was furious, but it was a figure
we could afford, and still continue operating DHR without skipping a beat.
My lawyer presented their lawyer
with the offer, and their lawyer laughed at it. It wasn’t enough in their eyes.
That meant we would be going to court.
Believe it or not, my lawyer was a
steadfast Christian. I mean, I’m a Christian too, just not a very good one. But
he believed in me, and took my case only after praying all night about it.
My lawyer ended up being amazing in
that courtroom. even with his hands tied behind his back, even without being
able to say, “My client didn’t do this!” he showed the jury what kind of family
we were dealing with. He revealed truths that began to paint the real picture.
It’s almost unexplainable what happened in that courtroom.
But this is what the judge told the
jury at the beginning of the trial.
Civil
Trial
Court
Transcripts Volume 4 of 9 (pgs. 24,25)
Judge: Now, I need
your attention for a few minutes because I’m going to give you some information
about this case, and I’m also going to give you some specific instruction. I
will try not and take too much of your time this morning before I turn you over
to the lawyers and allow them to ask you questions, but it’s very important
that everyone pay attention to the next few minutes as I give you some
information and instructions.
Let
me begin by asking the general question: Can everyone hear me? If you cannot
hear me, raise your hand. All right. I see no hands.
This
is a civil case in which (Mary Doe) is asking the jury to award money damages
to her daughter (Jane Doe) based on an incident which took place on or about
September 1, 2001.
The
defendant in this case is Carlos Coy. He has been in the entertainment business
and he is also known as South Park Mexican. The basis of the claim by the
plaintiff is that Carlos Coy committed a sexual assault on (Jane Doe) who at
the time was nine years of age.
Carlos
Coy has been tried for this incident and convicted in Harris County and is
currently incarcerated in the Texas Department of Corrections. His conviction
has become final; therefore, you will not be asked any questions about whether
or not this assault took place. The nature of the sexual assault is set forth
on the indictment which will be here for you to see.
As
I have previously mentioned, this is a civil case. The case that we will try
here is a case in which the plaintiff seeks money damages. That will be the
critical inquiry for the jury in this case.
____
The
jury was instructed, from the very beginning, to look at me as guilty, and to
look at this crime as if it did happen.
The trial was split in two parts.
The first part was damages, which means how much money will it cost for all the
therapy, counseling, psychiatrists the child would need, throughout her entire
life, to help her deal with the effects of such a crime. We all know that a
lifetime of problems can incur from being sexually assaulted, and that could
potentially cost a fortune.
The second part of the trial was the
punitive stage. That’s where even bigger money is. Their lawyer told the jury
that that’s where you give a “multiple amount” of what you gave during the
damages phase.
After the first part was over, all
they gave the family was twenty-five grand. If you don’t know, that’s an insult
of an amount. We’re talking about a child who was supposedly robbed of her
innocence. That amount of dollars depicts the doubt this jury had about this
supposed crime. They knew I was the number one selling artist at my
distribution company, Southwest Wholesale. They knew I had just signed with
Universal Records. They even heard the story of me giving Nathan Perez a
$100,000 dollar Mercedes.
My lawyer, his assistant, my brother
and myself went back to my private quarters and hugged each other. No one said
a word, it was a quiet celebration. The jury was thinking for themselves, that
much was clear.
At the same time, the jury never
heard a trial on the sexual assault charge. They never heard the full story
like the criminal jury did. The family was lucky for that becaus ethe little
girl seems to have forgotten profound details about the story. For example, the
length of time I was supposed to have assaulted her. Here’s what she said in
the criminal trial:
Criminal
Trial
Court
Transcripts Volume 11 of 31 (pg.93)
DA Oncken:
Okay. And how long did he lick you?
Jane Doe:
About a minute.
DA Oncken:
About a minute. And did he stop after about a minute?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
DA Oncken:
Yeah. And what did he do when he stopped?
Jane Doe:
He told me not to tell nobody.
DA Oncken:
He told you not to tell anybody?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
___
Here’s
what she said in the civil trial:
Civil
Trial
Court
Transcripts Volume 4 of 9 (pg.49)
Their Lawyer:
How long—was it just, like, one lick or was it a long time or what?
Jane Doe:
It was one lick.
Their Lawyer:
And is that when he left after the one lick?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
Their Lawyer:
And then, you went to use the restroom? You remember that?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
___
Even
before this civil trial began, during her deposition (a pre-trial
interview under sworn oath), she told my civil lawyer that the assault only
lasted “one second.” My lawyer knew what she said in the criminal trial so he
asked her again, and her answer was the same.
Either she forgot what she said in
criminal trial, or she had a guilty conscience and felt that a “one second”
assault was less of a lie than an “about a minute” assault.
So, there I was, right in the middle
of working on my first film, just signed with Universal, seeing all my dreams
finally coming true, and I’m supposed to have thrown it all away to lick
somebody’s child for a second? As I’ve said before, I didn’t do this for one
second, or one hundredth of a second. It was a lie, and the civil jury knew the
shit didn’t make sense.
So, then came the second part of the
civil trial, the punitive phase. This is where there’s no cap on the amount I
could lose.
The jury was asked to answer two
questions:
1.) Did Carlos Coy knowingly cause
malice to the plaintiff?
2.) How much money should he have to
pay?
Of course, anyone who assaults a
child knows that it will cause them malice. And the jury was instructed to view
this crime as if it did happen, so they voted “yes” on question one.
Remember, they were never given a chance to hear a trial on the charges.
Eric’s argument was that the punitive phase was a separate thing from the
damages phase, that the jury could have said “no” to malice, that they had a choice.
True, true, and true, homie, but they never heard a trial. I still wasn’t
able to say “I didn’t do this.” How could they have voted “no”, even if they
had a choice, if I was never able to defend myself? But what was their answer
to question two, Mr. Eric? In case you forgot, it was “zero dollars.”
Ya see, if the jury would have voted
“no” to malicious harm, and then gave them “zero dollars”, the zero
dollars wouldn’t have stood out so much. But to say, “Yes, Carlos Coy did
knowingly cause malicious harm to this child,” and then not give her enough for
a fucking cheeseburger, speaks volumes of how this jury felt. They said, “Fine,
we’ll go with what the court said about his guilt, but we won’t punish a man we
don’t think is guilty.”
Do you really believe that jury
thought I molested a child, destroyed her life, cause her a lifetime of pain
and suffering? Come on, homie, get your head out of your ass. Society despises
child molesters because we all have children of our own.
In my criminal trial, when the DA
asked me how much time I would give someone if they molested my daughter, I
said, “If someone molested my girl, they wouldn’t make it to trial.”
The DA loved that answer. She
immediately said, “Are you saying you would do something violent, Mr. Coy!”
‘Bitch, shut up before I fuck you in
the ass in front of everybody.’ That’s what I should have said.
But the jury in the criminal court
gave me forty-five years so my answer to that question wasn’t the best thing I
could have said.
So, I lost in the criminal court,
but I consider what happened in civil court a great victory. One thing for
sure, it saved us $275,000 dollars.
What’s funny is when I first met the
family’s civil lawyer, it was during my deposition, a few months before the
trial started. Their lawyer along with my lawyer, came to visit me at a prison
called the Goree Unit. We sat in the visiting room, and I complimented their
lawyer on his shirt. It was a pink Polo, and I respect a man with enough nuts
to wear pink. But the dude didn’t even acknowledge me. He just looked at my
lawyer and asked, “Are you ready to proceed, Mr. Akers?”
After the trial was over, after the
family walked out of the courtroom, that same lawyer came to my table and shook
my hand. He said, “I wish you the best, Mr. Coy.”
I’m no mind reader, but that man’s
eyes were full of compassion. There’s no doubt in my mind, even their own
lawyer knew I didn’t do this shit. His funky ass was just trying to get paid.
Civil lawyers get around 50 to 60 percent of what the jury awards.
Two years after that civil trial, at
the age of 15, Jane Doe was pregnant with her first child. As far as the “assault”,
from what I’ve heard, she’s told people it never happened. But, officially, she’s
sticking with her “one second” story. She’s gone from about sixty seconds, to
one, and now we’re only one second away from the truth.
It’s all good, trust me. There’s
only two things this world can do with me, either kill me, or make me stronger.
In the world I was doing big things, but at the same time I was a pathetic
husband, pathetic father, pathetic man. All I did was fuck thick hoes, smoke
thick blunts, and sip thick syrup. I had beef with so many dicksuckers, it was
unreal. Death was in the air, and these
bitch-ass niggas was closing in. But I’ve got a whole book to write on that.
Like I’ve said before, if I am a
Christian, I damn sure ain’t a good one. But I love the Lord, and I trust him.
There’s no doubt that I’d be dead today if I hadn’t come to prison, so I thank
God for everything. I know it sounds odd coming from the founder of Dope House
Records, but I’m no fool. I read my Bible every day. And I suggest that everyone
do that. I don’t give a fuck if you’re a hit man. The biggest fool on earth is
the atheist, but there’s hope for everyone else.
Damn, a nigga went off on some
preacher-type shit! This muhfuckin coffee, mayne.....
I'm drunk off the coffee, drunk off the Sprite
drunk off some shit that I drank last night
freestyle flow right before I jus end it
nigga feel splendid, peace to Lil Kendrick
said he was the best but, who am I to argue?
say it in my face muhfucka I will scar you
all about the action, all about the camera
Donkey Kong, Cheech 'n' Chong, problematic gambla
not the Hamburgla I am the manmurdera
just to make it rhyme nigga stole the damn furmula
Listerine gurgla, Panasonic screen fall
ain't that a bitch, A damn Meskin the king, y'all
no I can't sing cause the weed overheats my throat
"Los, that's a poor excuse! Even Justin Beiber smokes!"
maybe he be lip-synchin, you don't know the real story
Why you always knockin me! Really you should kill for me!
