Dear Family 23

6/15/2015

Dear Fambo,

            Incandesio sent me the posted copy of my last letter “Dear Family 22” and she included the comments that followed that letter. I shall respond to those, now.

1.)    Julian Romero asked: Yo, do you like Michigan State basketball or football?

Reply: Of course, I like Michigan. It sounds like Mexican, don’t it?

2.)    Anon asked: Have you ever screwed and chopped a song yourself? And what’s the status on your book?

Reply: I don’t know how to chop songs but I’ve screwed (slowed down) a lot of songs. Here’s a piece of history that I’m not sure I should share, but I will:

            When I was putting together the Power Moves album, I called DJ Screw and asked him if he would do the screwed and chopped version. He was down so we set up a time to meet at the studio I was recording at. It took weeks to get him in the studio, and that was just to do the little intro we did. This was when Screw was on his downfall, and eventually died two years later. He was smoking fry (formaldehyde/embalming fluid) like cigarettes. This is the stuff that Master P called “Water Water”, what Tupac called “Sherm”, what Houston calls “Fry” or “Slaughter.” Whatever you call it, it’s bad shit. Screw stood me up five times before he finally made it to the studio. Of course, it wasn’t purposely, or to be disrespectful. We were good friends. But when you’re smoking that much formaldehyde, you can go to the restroom and forget why you went there.

            I told Shetoro, the engineer at Track Designs, that I would screw the album. I said, “Screw’s on the intro, fuck it, that’s good enough. So, I screwed Power Moves myself, and I hope people don’t start asking for their money back. (Hold up, I gave you the Screw version for free.) But you should’ve known something was wrong since there wasn’t any chops.

            A lot of people are asking about the book and THANK YOU for your interest. It got me investing the time to finalize that damn book, and you can expect it late 2015, early 2016. I’m spending most of my time writing a movie called, “Telephone Road”, that my director/producer, Jose Morales, wants to start filming ASAP. I’ll talk more about that, soon.

3.)    Adam Sanchez, thank you for your prayers, brother.

4.)    Rennie Hynes, thank you for your powerful words.

5.)    Dre K47, you had some nice multi-syllable rhymes and good subject matter. Write religiously, and you’ll find a lot of treasure.

6.)    Marisol Garay, damn, baby, everytime I see you on Incandesio’s site, you’re having trouble posting your comments. I agree with you, “weird.” Illuminati? J/K But I always look forward to hearing from you, and thank you for looking into the matter of those unauthorized verses being sold. Stay strong, mami.

7.)    Anon asked: Yo SP, have you reached “GOD” status in Hiphop?

Reply: Well, my G, after you asked this question, you inducted me into the Hall of Rapgods. I’ve been waiting for this since the Hillwood album. What the hell took your panel so long to vote me in? It’s cause I’m Mexican, right? Damn it, I knew it! Love you, brother.

8.)    Anon asked: What are your chances of getting early parole?

Reply: To get early parole I would have to get a sentence reduction. This is one of the things my legal team is working on. Thank you.

9.)    Gilbert Ramirez, not all melasas (prison guards) are haters. But when they start getting rank, they can become dicksuckers for sure. Stay strong, bro.

10.)            Trill Mexican, thank you for your uplifting words. Your love is your power.

11.)            Anon asked: Does SPM know about Low-G the Blackjack album?

Reply: No, I haven’t heard it, nor do I remember talking to Low-G about it. I’ve been on phone restriction for a while and it’s kept me out of touch with the DHF.

12.)            Miguel Gomez, thank you for your love, brother.

13.)            Martin Ramirez, your love keeps me strong. Gracias, hermano.

14.)            May 31^st at 12:35 Anon, thank you for your words. They filled me with joy and strength.

15.)            Ivan Meza, you spoke about the Illuminati. Don’t worry about them, I started the Chalupanati, and we’re growing more powerful, one chalupa at a time.

16.)            Mike from ATX asked:  how do you feel about us folks who despite all the love i just mentioned, choose not to wear the free SPM banner daily, like that time and place type thing-- cypress hill concert with pre rolls, yes; daycare to pick up daughter, no?

Reply: You went on to say, “As a parent I say to myself, about other parents or people in general, ‘I cannot change their mind about you. I as a parent can’t hate them for feeling a way towards you on a circumstance they BELIEVE is true.’ Now mind you it’s a hypothetical, I've never ran across someone in PERSON who was hating like that on you.”

            Neither have I and that’s pretty remarkable, considering I’m in prison, where cases like mine put you at the bottom of the food chain. But the word has gotten out that SPM was railroaded, and knowledgeable inmates know how to get information about anyone’s case.

            When I went to High Security in 2010, (which is where they house the most notorious prison gangs), it took a few weeks before I was accepted. They have a code, and associating with sex offenders violates that code. After they got sufficient information on my case, which includes what the courts did and what the streets say, my name was good. I began signing autographs for people’s family, guys would send me food they had cooked, gave me gifts like homemade speakers, (bad-ass speakers), homemade extension cords, sewing needles, and other things that lifted my spirits if you know what I mean.

            But, obviously, there are people who are not on my side and believe the worst about me. The facts tell a different story, though. The girl’s story was an impossibility. The video equipment malfunctioning during her first interview was a bullshit story. The investigating officer’s failure to collect any evidence shows that she knew there would be none. I can go on and on about a trial that should have never been lost. People who believe I assaulted this girl are not looking at the facts. Impossible is impossible.

            You’ve never run into anyone who was hating on me like that, but if you did, I wouldn’t want you to argue with them. Me, I would just send them to spmaftermath. If they don’t want to read on it, they’re just looking for some drama. People will always hate, especially when it comes to me because F.A.N.S. are so passionate about SPM. There’s nothing that feels better to a hater, than to shit on something that people love. They do it because they see an opportunity to piss people off. Haters are people who are hurting, whether they want to admit it or not. And hurt people, often times, try to hurt people. It’s nothing personal but a lot of you guys take it personal. While you’re calling that dicksucker a dicksucker, he’s coming in his pants because he was successful in sharing his anguish with you. I don’t hate a hater, and I definitely don’t judge them. They’re people that we should utilize to grow stronger. They spend their heartbeats giving us an opportunity to practice patience, forgiveness, humbleness, understanding, which are all fruits of love, and the most powerful characteristics a person can have. Once you understand how to utilize a hater, and act on that understanding, you’ll be ready to rule nations, to build great riches in life. But loving is hard, and hating is simple, and that’s why we know that Satan  is the god of this world, just like the Bible says he is. But those who love have the power of the true God, and nothing is stronger than that.

            As far as your question, do I mind you not wearing the free spm banner daily? I’ve never asked anyone to wear anything. All I want is for you to give yourself the best in life, educate yourself so you’ll know how the world works, stay away from drugs and abusing alcohol, use love as your go-to weapon, treat your lady like a queen so you’ll know what it is to be a king, stay away from gangs unless you’re trying to help gang members escape the sad future that awaits them, help others because it will automatically help you, work hard on your life because you’re worth the hard work, and fear nothing that can kill your life, only the One who can kill your soul. Those who wear that “banner”, do it because they’re happy to help, and I won’t stop them. I know you’re happy to help, too, my brother, but even if you never wore that banner, just jamming to SPM is like shouting, “Free the wetback.” Do what you can, when you can, according to what you want, when you want. All I want is for you to grow stronger and that’s been my goal from the jump.

            Thank you for your love, and for an excellent question.

Well, Fam, that was the last comment on this letter. That doesn’t mean if I had a hundred comments I would be able to answer them all. But Incandesio sends my letters back with three or four pages of comments. Therefore, try to be one of the first ones to comment and I’ll probably be able to get to your post. CTS.

            Earlier, I was listening to the radio, and a bad-ass beat came on. Just hearing it, I automatically felt what kind of lyrics it was calling for. It should have been a dope-ass hood story. Instead, it was some jack-ass yelling the same bullshit over and over. I’m like, “This nigga just fucked up a tight-ass beat.” And that’s been the norm lately. The beats are killing rappers instead of it being vice versa. Nigga like me murda a beat but you already know this, man! Anyway, I was so disappointed that I had to write a verse about it. I shall leave you with that “Quick Sixteen” and you shall enjoy it. That’s an order.

Quick Sixteen

“Heed My Spit”

Damn shame how these niggas wasting cold beats like this

can’t hold my peace I jus, gotta fucking speak I wish

reverends would preach a bit, more about a piece of shit

puttin out a single with, lyrics so meaningless

we exist in a world where music got the people pissed

parents fuckin beat they kids, cities hire evil pigs

Lord let’em heed my spit, everybody seek my gift

even haters in they room, jammin to the Peezy which

I ain’t tryna tease the bitch, let’im hear the deepest it’s

made for every man on earth, anyone who needs a lift

fine hoes in steamy pics, fat girls with greasy lips

everything I have is yours, even if I’m eatin shrimps

plus I’ll give you each a fish, I ain’t fuckin greedy, bitch

once I gave a homeless dude, thirty bucks to feed his click

they just ate tortilla chips, cause it came free with dip

ordered one tea and split and didn’t even leave a tip…..lol!

Con Todo Mi Amor,

Los

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