Weekend Reading 53

Ladies and gentlemen, my internet access is nearly non-existent right now but I wanted to let you know about an event coming up tonight; Rasheed and Swishahouse's Lil' Young are heading up to Albuquerque, New Mexico for a concert tonight at Club Evolutions; check with @Rasheed713 and @Lil_Young for details.

Posts will resume this Thursday, until then you can take a look at the blog Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter to see some of the amazing images created by others. Please feel free to download them, post them around the web, use one as an avatar, etc. Let people know about the case, the Harris County Justice System, and the progress of our research so far.

Got a question for SPM? Send it in to the address below; Later, four will be posted on the Facebook page and you can vote for the one you'd like to see answered.

 



SPM Responds (Part 11)

11/8/12

Fam,

            I received a letter from Incandesio, and it had the two winning questions of the month, her “Letter to Lykos 29”, lots of questions from you guys and the transcribed “Quick Update” called “Our Cancer, Our Cure,” among other things. It was a great read.

            Before I get to the two most voted on questions, let me speak on something I read at the end of this letter. There was a chick named RockyD who insulted Incandesio for having a blog about my case. RockyD’s bible was the Houston Press article, and her main argument was that I knew how old Jill Odom was because I was picking her up from school. May I rot in hell if I ever picked Jill up from some Middle School. And I never said I did. On one occasion I dropped Jill off in the morning, at the back of the school, where there was a football field. She didn’t want me to drop her off at the building, and I just figured she had some dude she was messing with and didn’t want him to see her getting out of my car. The school was in Pasadena Texas, right outside of Houston, but I wasn’t familiar with that area back then. School had already started, and there was nobody outside. That was the first and last time I ever dropped her off at a school, and I’m not even sure how she woke me up that morning.

            RockyD is getting her info from an article that’s full of inaccurate info, and accepting it as the almighty truth. She said that Incandesio was making herself look like a dumbass, yet those words only apply to the one who wrote them.

            The two winning questions were:

1.)    Has there been any progress towards a new trial?

2.)    If you had a second chance at life, what would you do differently?

1.)    Answer: Yes, everyday there’s progress because everyday we continue to dig. We just hired an investigator who came highly recommended. We’re having a meeting this month, and I’ll let you know how that goes.

What’s important is that we progress in every way. Yesterday, one of my homies, Abel, said, “Los, I like how you stay positive, but you can’t deny the fact that you’ve already lost ten years of your life.”

            I said, “All I’ve done is gain ten years, brother. In the world is where I was losing years, and it would have ended years ago. But even if I was doing good out there, none of my life has been wasted. Time wasted only happens when you waste time.

            “Today, I read eighty pages of the western book Gravy let me borrow, and I got some cool ideas on how to write my own fiction. I also learned the meaning of six words, because I read books with my dictionary next to me. This morning I studied my Grammar and Style workbook, and learned some punctuation rules. After I spoke to you yesterday, I jotted down some notes on the story you told me; the one of how that ruca did you wrong. I could use parts of that material for a scene in a movie, or a book, or a song. Ya see, bro, I don’t waste time.”

            Abel was, like, “You better pay me if you use my story for something.”

2.)    Answer: I would definitely do things differently, and that’s because I’ve learned so much from being in prison. I’m a student of life, but I’m also the class clown. Thankfully, my Teacher in heaven has much patience.

In the world my number one problem was always being under the influence, whether it was syrup, trees, alcohol or a blue and yellow purple pill.

            When you’re on drugs, you’re not the person who you really are. You’re only who you are when you’re drug and alcohol free.

            Imagine being in a house, and you want to build it stronger and more beautiful. But when the house smokes weed, it becomes a different house. It’s impossible to work on the real house, if you’re at a different house. When you’re under the influence of something, you might feel like it’s still you, but it’s not. You’re in La La Land, and all it does is weaken the real house, which is your life.

            So, that’s rule number one for me. Fuck living with red eyes, leaned out, half out of my mind. I wanna stay just like I am today. I divorced Mary Jane (MJ) back in 2010, and the bitch is still trying to get back with me. Just last week I had to tell her to fuck off. I could get blowed on the daily, but I don’t wanna waste my life.

            What’s ironic is The S.O.N. has a song called “Don’t Go Away”, about me hoping that MJ never leaves me. Of course, the Dukes of Hazzard used to jump over lakes in their car. If you think entertainment is a great way to live, jump in your Honda and give that a try.

Con Mucho Amor,

Los

Letter to Pat Lykos 33

There have been a lot of people coming through, probably because of the graphics that many SPM fans have sent in and shared through Facebook, Twitter, etc. If you’re new, and wondering what the fuck this whole thing is all about, I recommend you start by reading this post, and then dive into Coy’s letters; you can find them all in the toolbar to your right. ‘SPM Responds’ are answers to questions asked by the blog readers, voted on and then sent to Coy. The ‘Dear Family’ column has personal letters to the fans; ‘Quick Updates’ are just that, short letters about the S.O.N., the Dope House family, things he sees in the comments of the blog, etc.

 

This will be my last post of the year; Thursday there will be a new Response letter from SPM, and then I’ll be back Thursday, January 3^rd. I’m planning a series of ‘recap’ posts to bring y’all up to speed on what we’ve discovered about the trial, the case, and why these things are significant. If you’d rather not wait, you can go back to the beginning of the blog (May 2011) and make yourself comfortable; it’s a long read.

 

Ladies and gentleman, this is the last Letter to Lykos that will be posted; next year I’ll start writing to the new D.A., Mike Anderson, and probably also to Rick Perry. I really appreciate all of you who take the time to participate; as always, feel free to print this letter out and send it, write your own, or just print out some flyers and send those. Pat Lykos will step down as D.A. in January, but she’s still going to be politically connected and, I hope, interested in the pursuit of justice for the wrongfully convicted.

 

The Honorable Patricia R. Lykos

1201 Franklin, Suite 600
Houston, Texas 77002-1923

Ma’am,

 

I’m writing to you today about the case of Carlos Coy, #908426.

 

I understand that you will soon be leaving the District Attorney’s office, and starting a new chapter in your career; I hope that you have a great deal of success. Although this may be the last letter I write to you in your official capacity, it has been a great encouragement to me to know that you were involved in reforming Harris County’s justice system.

 

I, and many others, greatly appreciate the strides you have made towards accessible justice for all. I continue to hope that you will take an interest in Coy’s case; I have shared information with you as we discovered it, and if you’re ever interested in reading more about it, please check out the website www.spmaftermath.com. Everything we’ve found from searching through the public records available is there.

 

Again, I wish you luck in the coming year.

 

Me, my address, blah blah blah.

Weekend Reading 52 part 2

Damn, it's been a busy weekend! Check out this video, posted by No One Filming; Rasheed answers a few questions in his acapella flow:

Also, y'all are still sending in those graphics I asked for, and they're amazing; please, help out by posting these on Twitter, Tumblr, and get people thinking about SPM! If you've sent one that I haven't put up here or in the Facebook album, let me know so I can add it.

Thanks to @Lickmytweets59

 

Thanks to @Marimar568

Thanks to @Meskin713

 

Thanks to @noemi_coy

Thanks to @ShadyMade214

Thanks to @lilhamburger87



Weekend Reading 52

Several people have sent this link to an online petition asking President Obama to look into Carlos Coy's case; generally speaking I'm not a fan of these, but at least this petition has a specific destination. I will suggest that, if you sign it, make a commitment that you're going to try to get two other people to sign it. Go take a look; sign it if you'd like, and support what it stands for.

 

Below are the images I asked for; please, help us by sharing them around the internet. Thanks to the creative individuals that sent them in! You can downoad them from the blog Facebook page, in the photo album 'Spread the Word'. Remember, the point of these is not to win any arguments or piss people off, but to let people who may not know that Coy's still here, still making music, and still trying to get the truth out.

Thanks to: Mario Reverend-Esparza, Jr.

 



Thanks to: Jose Antonio Juarez



 Thanks to: Ayana Rodriguez

Thanks to: @Lickmytweets59

Thanks to: @Lickmytweets59



HPD

Hat tip to Grits For Breakfast:

I want to draw your attention to this article about the Department of Justice’s investigation into Harris County Police Department; six times over the last two years, HPD officers fired on unarmed civilians, the most memorable of which involved a one-armed, one-legged, wheel-chair bound man who, it turned out, had a ball point pen.

 

At this moment, I don’t have to try to convince anyone that there’s a predatory culture in the Harris County justice system; the federal government is doing that for me. These are the individuals responsible for gathering evidence to support the District Attorney’s cases; they are responsible for collecting, documenting and safe-guarding evidence that may be the key to some innocent person’s freedom.

 

Instead, they appear to be shooting mentally handicapped wheel-chair dwellers and punching handcuffed sixteen-year-olds in the face. Does this show concern for the innocent, or a desire to punish those who irritate and frighten them?

 

 

 

News...Letter.

 

A while back, Dope House announced that they had hired a Social Media guru to assist them in re-vamping the Dope House web presence; one facet of that undertaking is to start up a monthly E-mail newsletter; at this time, it will probably be focused mainly on the movement to free SPM, actions you can take to help spread the word, how to contact people, etc.

 

At this time, they’re looking for content for that newsletter, and it would be great of some of you could step forward and help with that. They’re looking for stories about SPM and Dope House, original artwork to inspire interest in the case, articles that address why you’re interested in righting the injustice, and pretty much anything that can inform & educate.

 

They also want pictures of you in an SPM shirt, or with your collection of Dope House albums, posters, posing with Dope House artists, etc. If you don’t have a ‘Free SPM’ shirt, check out Medicine Girl’s website for men’s and women’s styles.

 

@BrentMorton, the aforementioned Social Media Guru, is estimating that this newsletter will start going out early in 2013, so please, consider contributing. You can submit content, and/or subscribe at this address: dopehouseletter@gmail.com

 

In a similar vein, you may already be aware that this blog has a Tumblr page; one thing I don’t see a lot of is gifs made from SPM’s music videos. I am pretty much illiterate when it comes to flash, but I would love to see a few of these showing Carlos Coy, with either lyrics from his songs, OR quotes from his most recent letters. If you make a good one, post it on Tumblr tagged 'spmaftermath' and I’ll reblog it, post it here, and give you credit.

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If you're going to be in Austin this weekend, Rasheed and Billionaire Big SLater will be shooting a music video! Keep an eye on their Twitter accounts for a time and place: @Rasheed713  @Bigslater

 

Dear Family (Part 9)



25 Questions On My Dresser              11/22/2012

Fam,

            How are you? I felt like going through some of your questions today, twenty-five to be exact. Some of my answers got lengthy so I’ll send this letter to Incandesio in parts.

1.)    Is there anything else we can do to help SPM get set free?

Answer: The stronger you become, the stronger our movement becomes. Educate yourself, eat healthy, exercise. Whether I’m free or in prison, my goal is to see you prospering in life. At the same time it makes everything we do as F.A.N.S. (Family Absolutely Never Separating)that much more powerful. As our movement strengthens, you’ll not only be able to help me in my situation, but many others who need help.

2.)    Did the government set you up?

Answer: I don’t think it started that way. A girl told a story. It was bogus. The system helped make it believable.

            I don’t mean to sound like a conspiracy theorist, but if you saw all the underhanded shit that went on before, and during my trial, you’d agree. It helps to give you a little history of the relationship I had with the system, especially as it applies to the authorities.

            My problems with police began developing at an early age. On the night someone shot a bullet through my house, using a high-powered rifle, the police showed up only to accuse my mom of knowing who did it. Here’s a woman, covered in blood, and two dicksuckers are sneering at her like she’s hiding something. I was nine-years-old and I remember my mom screaming, “You think I know who did this?!”

            I caught my first felony at ten (for arson) and had four felonies by the time I was fourteen. I’m not saying my delinquency was the police’s fault, I’m just giving you some background.

            Because I stayed in trouble, I interacted with cops more than the average kid. Time after time I saw how they went above and beyond the call of duty to be complete assholes. I’ve been slammed to the ground while handcuffed, I’ve had handcuffs on so tight that my hands were numb for two days, I’ve had my face pressed against the hot hood of a car. I’ve seen heard, and felt racism from cops more than any other kind of uniformed professional.

            I never expected cupcakes for getting in trouble but I know what violating a person’s rights is, I know what abuse is and I know what hatred is, none of which should be in a cop’s daily duties.

            When I started blowing up in the rap game, I had the crowd chanting “Fuck the police” at every concert I had in Houston. I did at least two local shows a month, whether it was a club, a carshow, a festival. It didn’t take long for me to make myself an enemy of the law.

            When cops, in a Houston suburb, ran in the wrong house and killed an innocent man, I held a televised press conference, promising that those responsible would pay for their carelessness. Sadly, I was just high and talking shit and never followed through, but I know I had some people nervous.

            Not long after that press conference, they pulled over my limousine and supposedly found a small bag of cocaine under the seat. I wasn’t in the limo, but they arrested Guerro (from the rap group 24/7 Hustlers) and charged him with the coke. I know for a fact that it wasn’t his, all he did was smoke kill. But because he was a Dope House artist, he got charged. There was about seven other people in the limo and they all said the coke wasn’t theirs. Guerro ended up going to prison behind that charge. If I had been there, it would have been me.

            One day, one of our artists was getting pulled over a few blocks from Dope House. I can’t remember who it was, but I want to say it was Lucky Luciano. Instead of pulling over, he drove to the back of our building and ran inside. I was there that day and I told everyone to lock the doors. They knocked and I was courteous enough to tell them that nobody was home. More and more showed up until it was a full blown stand-off. I remember seeing at least two different news vans on the scene.

            Oddly, after about two hours, that ordeal ended with the police simply driving off. (The Dope House is only eight blocks from Houston’s main police station so it wasn’t shit for ten cop cars to roll up on us at any given time.)

            Our building was a former warehouse that distributed ice to local businesses. A loading dock stretches across the frontside, and there’s a smaller dock in the back. Our offices and studio were located on one side of the warehouse, and on the other side was a large, open area where I put a pool table, ping pong table and a practice stage.

            After clubs, a convoy of cars would follow our limo, or party bus, back to the Dope House and we would continue partying. It was at one of these after-hour festivities that a girl mysteriously flew off our dock. Long story, but when she landed, she busted her head and (I think) her wrist. Her friend ran down to help her and they drove away. They went straight to the police and told the cops that SPM had thrown her off the dock. They also said that we had assault rifles and grenades and God knows what else. As cool as that sounds, it wasn’t true but, apparently, the fuzz believed. About fifteen minutes later, and without exaggeration, at least twenty-five cop cars pulled up from three different directions. It was close to four o’clock in the morning, and the flashing lights lit up the whole block. I told everyone to go inside and once again we locked the doors. This time the cops didn’t knock, but were talking through a bullhorn, ordering us to come out with our hands in the air. I was going to demand ten large pizzas but I forgot we didn’t have hostages.

            Twenty minutes later, every television channel in Houston was on the scene. It was déjà vu on steroids.

            There was about thirty people inside our building, mostly dudes and a few chicks from the club. You could tell people were nervous but us guys were carrying ourselves with as much gangsterism as we could muster. Then, the S.W.A.T. Team showed up. They had snipers on the roof of two buildings across the street, then decided to get on our roof. One of them shut off our electricity which I thought was rude. We were walking around in the dark, bumping into each other. I still think Juan Gotti accidentally grabbed my dick but he swears it wasn’t him.

            To make things worse, a dude comes up to me, like, “Man, Carlos, I just heard your homeboys talking about getting me. I have no problem with them, man. What the fuck’s going on?”

            Of course, nobody was after him, or saying anything of the sort. He had been snorting cocaine all night and was hearing things. He was a member of a gang, so I was trying to keep my cool. The last thing I needed was another set of enemies. I said, “Look, homie, nobody’s worried about you. In case you haven’t fucking noticed, we’re surrounded by cops. All that coke is fucking with your head.”

            “No, man, I know what I heard! I got my blade, I’m not going out without a fight.”

            It was dark, but I could see the dumb motherfucker had a knife in his hand. I said, “Alright, I’m going to let you out. When I open the door, walk out with your hands up. If not, them hoes will shoot.”

            The plan went smoothly and I locked the door behind him. What’s funny is this dude was covered in tattoos. He looked about as gangster as a motherfucker could. And for him to be the first one to give up, I’m sure the cops were thinking, “Damn, who else is in there?”

            I was exhausted so I took a chick to my studio and locked the door. About thirty minutes later the lights came on and I could hear cops coming in, yelling at people.

            I later found out that my dad showed up and let them in. (Thanks a lot, dad!) He had woke up and saw the whole thing on the news. But nobody came into the studio, or even knocked on the door. They entered the office area because I could see them from our security cameras. My cousin was asleep in one of our offices, and I saw a cop wake him up with a swift kick in the ass. I’m sorry, but that shit was funny as hell!

            The cops arrested some and let some go. To make a long story short, me and the flying chick settled out of court. I’ll give you a more detailed story on that once I finish my book.

            My point in writing all this is to show you that me and the police weren’t exactly golf buddies. I was using my new-found power to fuck with them, and it wasn’t the smartest thing I could do.

            To me, it was just a game, but I was a bigger fish than I thought. The system was, obviously, concerned and understandably so. When you’re the fastest growing rap artist in the nation, and you’re portraying yourself as anti-police, anti-law, you’re asking for a war. I should’ve made myself clear in that my problem was with the bitches that abused their badges, not all authority.

            Your question was if I was set up, and I guess you can put it that way. Because when that girl walked into that police station, saying that SPM assaulted her, they didn’t care whether it was true or not. Instead of looking for the truth, they worked on perfecting a lie. But a lie is never perfect, and I’ll continue to show you how a man can find himself in prison for a crime that never happened.

3.)    What do you miss the most when you were free?

Answer: Let me explain a little of what my life was like. I was surrounded by hatred, I could smell death around every corner, I had beef with so many envious, coward-ass niggas that it made life impossible to enjoy. I don’t know what it is about Carlos Coy, but haters never let me make it.

            And for some reason we pay more attention to the hatred than to the love. I had a beautiful family, a few good friends but I was too lost and blind to appreciate the good.

            So, you ask what I miss the most. Well, I miss my three-year-old-son and my seven-year-old daughter, but they’re long gone. My boy’s a teenager, and my girl’s a senior in high school. I miss my pitbull, Plex, but he choked on his chain nine years ago. When you go to prison, the world you left freezes in time. I feel like Plex is still tied up in my backyard, but he’s dead and that house belongs to strangers. I feel like my neighbor is still across the street, washing his truck, but him and his wife divorced years ago, and he moved out. What I miss doesn’t exist anymore.

4.)    Can we write to SPM?

Answer: I love getting your letters, and I read every one of them, but it’s getting harder and harder to respond. I’m also having a problem finding time to finish my book. But always know that even if I don’t respond, you mean the world to me, and your love keeps me super strong.

            Since I brought up time issues, let me give you what an average day is like for me. I’m still in High Security Segregation, which I was hoping to get out in October, but was denied. Now, I’ve got to wait a few more months for another review. It’s all good, I don’t sweat what I can’t control.

            My schedule’s kind of weird. I go to sleep around 5 p.m. and wake up around 1 a.m. I brush my teeth, wash my face and heat up some water for a cup of coffee or cappuccino. I’ll read my mail, eat a pastry and listen to my radio.

            Around 2 a.m. I’ll start typing. I’ll either answer some mail, or work on a write-up. Breakfast comes at 4 a.m. This morning we had scrambled eggs with butter, jelly, fruit, grits, two slices of bread, milk and coffee. I told the guard, “Say, man, at Denny’s they give you toast.”

            He said, “This ain’t Denny’s motherfucker!”

            lol! I made some refried beans and ate that with my eggs. I threw away the bread and warmed up some flour tortillas in my hotpot. We’ve got a store in prison called “commissary” where you can buy all kinds of groceries.

            I type till it’s time to go to recreation, which is sometime between 7 and 9 a.m. We go outside six at a time, and they put us in separate basketball courts. I usually play “50 Tip In” against whoever wants to play. It’s a game that seg. Inmates invented but it’s kind of hard to explain. It’s fun, though.

            We’re outside for one hour, sometimes more, and come back in around 10 a.m. I’m on a pork-free diet so my main course will be something like chicken, tuna, spaghetti, a hamburger, meatloaf, ground beef, etc. I also get milk at lunch, so I’ll eat a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats.

            Then I’ll sit at my desk and study one of my educational books. Write now I’m reading “The Complete Idiot’s Guide To Grammar & Style.”

            At 1 p.m. I work out for an hour and a half with my homeboy, Freddy. He’s right across from me, so we take turns doing our sets, each day focusing on different parts of the body.

            After working out, I take a shower. (In High Security, we’ve got showers inside of our cells. That’s one of the few good things about living here.) I’ve also got to wash my boxers and t-shirt, which I do with detergent I bought from the store.

            At 3 p.m. dinner is served. I usually take what’s on my tray and cook my own meal, using stuff from commissary.

            Then, I’ll read whatever novel I’m reading, (Right now it’s a western book) till I get sleepy at around 5 p.m.

            The things I do differ from day to day, but that’s basically my weekday schedule. It’s a little different on weekends because I get visits and I also listen to a few football games. (Me and Freddy don’t work out on weekends.)

            I’m extremely fortunate because I love to write and that allows me to explore different worlds. I laugh, I get surprised, I discover things. Whether I’m working on a book, a write-up, a song, a letter, I’m always having fun. I thank God for my passion to write.

5.)    Is he going to release a book? What will it be about?

 Answer: My dream is to be a respected author. My only set-back is my 7^th grade vocabulary. It sucks that I didn’t do well in school because words are a writer’s weapons. The more you know, the more ass you can kick. But I’ll have to go with what I got and keep improving. My first book will be part one of my autobiography. I’ve got the skeleton for a three-part series, and 333 pages of part one. But I’ve had the same 333 pages for a long time. I’ve just been really busy doing all this other stuff. But I will figure out a schedule to complete part one. Here’s how the three-part series will go:

                        Part One: From birth to sixteen.

                        Part Two: From the dope game to the rap game.

                        Part Three: From the stage to the cage.

6.)    How did you start rapping, what inspired you?

Answer: I’ve always been into music but the actual idea to pursue rapping came from a prayer. I was twenty-two and had just gotten robbed, and almost killed, in a drug deal gone bad. I lost all the money I had saved up, and was sick of the dope game. It was a week after the robbery and I was at my trailer home thinking about my future. Things weren’t looking so good and I fell to my knees to complain to God about it. I was, like, “What else can I do? I’m gonna die on these streets! Give me a sign! Tell me something!”

            It was my first prayer, (if that’s what you want to call it), in many years. After I got off my knees, I walked to the living room and turned on the TV. What I saw changed the direction of my life forever. In three big letters, that covered the whole screen, the word “RAP” was staring at me. Time stood still long enough for me to know that this was a bonafide answer from God.

            The word was probably on the screen for two or three seconds, then it went to some Black man yelling, “That’s right! Give us your best rap, right over the phone! Call the number below and let us hear what you got! You could be the next rap artist with a major record deal! Call right now…”

            I didn’t call the number because I didn’t know how to rap, but I knew it was my “sign.” It made all the sense in the world because I wrote poems. I wrote them for my mom on her birthday, for my sister on her birthday. I wrote them to convince girlfriends to take me back. I wrote them because I was good at it. And all rap is, is lyrical poems.

            I was so excited about God’s answer that I threw my can of pork ’n’ beans up at the ceiling, (which is the poor man’s equivalent of popping champaign), and danced around my tiny living room like I had hit the lottery. From that moment on I never worried about money again.

            I started my career as a Christian rapper because it was divine intervention that gave me the idea in the first place. But it’s kind of hard to write Christian raps while you’re smoking a joint and drinking a 40 ounce. I eventually made the sinister switch to secular music.

7.)    If you had a second chance at life what would you do?

Answer: Pretty much the same thing, make music, minus all the women, weed and wine. I could literally make two dope-ass songs a day. Just give me a trinity keyboard and my magic pen. But that’s cause I’m sober. In the world, I was just a dumbass, spending time and money at strip clubs, or walking around butt-naked in some hotel room, yelling at the people downstairs for taking too long with my food. I stayed fucked up, and when it was time to do an album, I just babbled on the mike for a week or two.

            But I don’t want to knock my freeworld music, I’m happy with most of it. I don’t want to tell you the songs I’m not happy with because then you’ll be, like, “Hey, I like that one!”

            I also want to be an actor, as in movies or a sitcom. I know I can kill any role I play. I’ll be, like, “Yo soy, Bond. Yo soy James Bond.”

8.)    Is there a reasonable time frame u can tell us that S.O.N. will be released?

Answer: Of course, it will be soon. Very soon. Very, very soon. Very, very, ver… Alright, I’m just being stupid.

            It will be early 2013, probably February or March. April at the very latest. But an official release date will be announced before Christmas.

9.)    How often in a good month do u get to kick it with MJ?

Answer: I could kick it with her on a daily basis. That bitch could find her way to an astronaut stuck on Mars. But I’ve got to stay on point. Contrary to popular belief, she can’t do nothing for you that you can’t do better on your own. I fucked with her for selfish purposes, like most of us do, while those I loved were neglected. But I still love rapping about the bitch.

10.)            (Not to be negative) but if you do have to serve your full sentencing and get out in 2047 will you still make music?

Answer: As long as I’m alive, they’ll always be a new SPM album on the way. I know THE SON has taken longer than expected, but “Visionary” won’t leave you waiting like that.

            I was listening to a talk show on the radio this morning, and they were interviewing a man who writes scores for Steven Spielberg’s films. (A “score” is the music you hear when you watch a movie.) This man worked on Jaws, Star Wars, E.T. and other epic films. He said, “One lifetime isn’t enough to learn everything that music teaches. I can’t imagine ever stopping. There’s just so much more to learn.”

            The first day Filero taught me how to make beats, I made the most beautiful song I ever heard. And then I made another, and another and another. As long as my heart keeps pumping, it will keep putting a new song in my life. And I’ll give it to you the best way I can.

11.)            Are you closer to getting a retrial compared to the last couple years? Has there been any overall progress?

Answer: Yes and yes.

12.)            SPM is too legendary for mediocre questions… that’s why I hesitate to post.

Answer: Nobody is anything if not for God. Whatever gift you have comes from Him. Don’t think that I did anything special to be able to make music. No person on earth, whether Bill Gates, President Obama, Hillary Clinton, Oprah Winfrey, George Lopez, Dr. Dre, or anyone else, is more important than you. That’s a fact of life. Some may have gifts that allow them to run fast, sing good, jump high, talk beautifully, work intelligently, make people laugh, but those are gifts. Nobody is more important than you just because they have a gift that gets more attention. I think the gift to help old people, the gift to help sick people, the gift to help homeless people, are much greater gifts than those that bring fame.

13.)            A while back somebody posted a video on YouTube, it has some guy named Sambo talking about SPM turning his back on Houston and some other shit. I was just wondering what he meant by that?

Answer: I wrote you guys a “Quick Update” called “Rumors” where I explained the situation of me not being in any kind of gang, and never would I join a fucking gang of any kind. On that Quick Update, I spoke very highly of Sambo, and I still feel the same way. But I’m surprised that he would believe the words of dudes who have never had any love for me.

            We’re all from the Southeast side of Houston. (Remember, I didn’t move to South Park till Middle School, but we’ve always had our house on Corl Street.) I grew up with Sambo. I even had a huge crush on his sister, Elizabeth. He’s very important to me, and I’ll reach out to him as soon as I can. These dudes have lied to him, and it’s sad. I’ve never turned my back on my city or my people, but I won’t join anything other than Christianity. If someone wants to be mad about that, what can I say?

14.)            What’s SPM’s favorite song or poem that he has written and why is it his favorite?

Answer: I don’t write a lot of poems, but rap verses are basically musical poems. Pain Ortiz made a beat that I fell in love with, and I wrote a song called “The System” to it. That song means a lot to me because so many people risk their freedom for the sake of money, and money isn’t what brings happiness. Sure, we need some for bills, but you don’t need tons of it just because you think it will make you happy. It doesn’t. What makes life beautiful and rich is solid relationships with those you love. But most people never knew those kind of relationships, so how can they appreciate what they don’t know? It’s like giving a wino a twenty-thousand dollar bottle of wine. He’ll take a swig and say, “It’s pretty good, but it doesn’t have that kick like MD 20/20 does.”

            He can’t appreciate the quality of what he has because he’s never known that quality. It’s very sad for people who were never given the true definition of happiness, because they’ll chase money to get the counterfeit version.

15.)            Which rappers would you like to collaborate with?

Answer: Every person who has been on an SPM album has been a friend. I don’t put people on my albums because they’re popular, or because I can sell more albums with their feature. When Universal Records signed me, the first thing they asked was, “Who do you want to work with? It doesn’t matter who it is, we’ll make it happen.” I said, “I don’t put strangers on my album.”

            I’ve done compilation-like albums such as “Power Moves”, “The Purity Album”, but I knew most of those people.

            One thing about me is I’m more interested in making timeless music than a quick buck. And if you EVER hear me on a song, telling a chick to drop it to the floor, then pick it up, then bounce it, you have my permission to shoot me on the spot.

            But there are some rappers that I deeply admire. Guys like Scarface, Eminem, Lil Wayne, Zero, K-Rino, Lil Keke, Lil Flip, Chingo Bling and, (may they rest in peace) Fat Pat, Pac and B.I.G. I admire many more than that, and I’m sure I’d admire more if I heard some of the new artists that are coming out. I hear a lot of good things about Lecrae, Tech Nine, Hopskin (I hope I spelt that right), ASAP Rocky and more. But unless I kick it with you, and I can depend on you, chances are you won’t be on an SPM album.

16.)            Is that really you on the “In My Hood” video?

Answer: No, that was someone playing me. And when I saw that video, I wasn’t happy with the director’s portrayal of me. Especially when I’m in my cell, looking like I’m in pain. I remember a part where I’m against the wall, with my hand moving down the wall, and it gives the impression that I’m defeated. Please, homie. That’s the last thing I wanted for this video. I’m in here stronger than ever, more thankful than ever.

            I want you guys to see me as I really am. I want to encourage you and lift you and show you that we can’t be stopped. On the next video I’ll be doing Bruce Lee kicks and push-ups on my pinky fingers. I’ll have a pen in my hand, and another one between my toes, writing two songs at one time. Hey, it’s possible!

17.)            Incandesio has provided us fans with more info about SPM in the past few months than Dope House Records did in the last 10 years. I wonder why Dope House Records has not been able to provide us with any info regarding SPM?

Answer: Honestly, bro, it’s inexcusable. But Tudy (Arthur Coy Jr.) is building a new site and restructuring the whole company. We are about to take a giant step forward in merchandising, music and a more personal relationship with our F.A.N.S.

            One thing you should understand is that Tudy runs Dope House Records, Hustle Town Distribution, overlooks every step of SPM albums, takes care of his family and mine, handles all my legal business and tries to find a little time to take his son (and mine) fishing or hunting. He’s doing his best, and we’ll continue to learn more and do better. Our future is extremely bright.

            You may have noticed how we’ve gone through several fan club presidents. For a while things will go good, then POOF, our guy or girl disappears. There’s been several reasons for that, but it’s mostly because I keep getting in trouble. Once that happens, all my property gets confiscated, I get moved, I go to solitary, I lose connection. It makes employees uncomfortable, working for a guy who’s getting busted in prison for having cash, or recording devices, or flunking drug tests, or developing improper relationships with female guards. I’ve practically stayed in trouble since 2003 so it makes everything harder. But I’m done bullshitting. Now, I just want to concentrate on releasing the projects we have in our archives, and develop my over-all writing skills. So, please, all you horny female guards, leave me alone!

18.)            If Carlos gets denied a new trial, would it be his last chance of getting one?

Answer: No. The way the law works, there’s always a new avenue we can take. We’ll never stop grinding.

19.)            Why can’t Carlos listen to the final version of The SON? Is he still in solitary? I respect his letters and what he’s telling us but why is he limited to words on paper?

Answer: Yes, I’m still in High Security, which it doesn’t get any worse than this. No television, no payphone, no contact visits. You go handcuffed to the doctor, handcuffed to the dentist, and if you die, they handcuff you in your casket. They put a note on your chest: “Dear God, he has 11 more years to go. Please make sure he serves all his time. Thank you, TDC (Texas Department of Corrections).”

            Fine, I’m kidding about the last one!

20.)            Will there be a bonus CD on The SON, like on TLCV?

Answer: Yes, but we’re still not sure if it will be “SPM’s Most Addictive Part 2” or “The SON Screwed & Chopped.”

            We used to just smoke a joint and decide these things, but since Pain Ortiz quit smoking, and I quit smoking, and Tudy never did smoke, we’re having a hard time making decisions. The only problem with going drug-free is you start caring about shit.

21.)            Freddy Mendez said…

SPM is undefeated when it comes to music period, ain’t no rapper dead or alive on his level…Free SPM

Answer: Thank you, Freddy, but I’m also good at chess. I just thought I’d include that.

22.)            Meskinkid said…

“The wetback from a jet-black set jack got the best rap so respect that or get slapped with a dead bat’s left flap.”

Had to read it twice, dam SPM got flow. But how can he make his own beats if he locked up?

Answer: The SPM beats on “When Devils Strike” and “The Last Chair Violinist” are all beats I made when I was free. I still got more unreleased beats, but I didn’t use any of them on The SON. Guys like Pain Ortiz, Happy Perez, Slantize, Filero, The Boomjacks, Ghetto Ranchero (and more) did a superior job on the beats. All I did was destroy their superior beats with my extra-superior flow. (Sorry guys). But on future projects, you’ll get more of my tear-jerking, heart wrenching, toe-twisting beats.

23.)            Anonymous said…

Are you out of your mind dumbass spm ain’t the best rapper that is a good joke tho jajajajajajajaja keep the jokes coming clown.

Answer: Just plain, outright rude, Anonymous. You’ve come in here and destroyed my whole letter. For a second I felt really good about myself. You son-of-a-bitch! How could you?!

            Hold on, bud. My right hand is trembling. Oh, shit! It’s reaching for my magic pen! Dear God, is it true? Am I really the greatest?

Another Mothafuckin Cold 40

Beeyatch!

“Crapper Throne”

I am on my crapper throne writing you this magic poem

this would be the perfect time to tell you leave my ass alone

everybody asks for loans cause they see my massive homes

it don't mean I'm rich just because I bought the Astrodome

twisted bodies shattered bones these are my disaster zones

come and take a peak and please don't forget ya camera phones

I am like attacker ghosts haunting every rapper known

last we spoke I casted stones now it's said in madder tones

back my shit like bad comodes, Did someone just say, "Pass the rolls?"

That was last night's ham and scones! Wait a sec, now that's jus gross!

Lac on vogues amp that glows dad I'm cold like Santa's nose

I can pull a pack of hoes wearin MC Hammer's clothes

maybe cause I matter most makes it where I have to boast

plus this savage path I chose detaches Los from Average Joe's

after shows I sample blows from chicks with tits like Amber Rose

then I give a standin toast to those with ass like Jackie-O's

I can do'em fast or slow I won't get too graphic though

I'll just say I slam the ol'D'Angelo in the rabbit hole

make'em say, "Damn it, yo!" you can call me Captain Pole

mami had that snapper only now she got that salad bowl

if you ever crack a joke, laugh or throw jabs that poke

fun at the fact I rode banana boats back is soaked

I will reach for Calicos and bust you like you passin notes

this ain't fuckin swagger flow my rap is mo than random quotes

'memba homie's hand that groped Janet's coat, plastic broke,

grandpa choked, grabbed this throat as he scoped her cantelope?

Ever crash a travel coach, and the colts dragged some folks?

Answer's no? it happened bro I also lost a platinum rope

skiing down a slanted slope waving at the antelope

we are like cousins cause it's obvious I am the G.O.A.T.

just to be half as dope practice, toke grass and hope

then you gotta traffic so jack some coke, smack or both

crafts to know strands of dro stackin loads of gambla's dough

grab a chrome gat to tote champ but don't blast ya toe

Welcome to the land below where you can take a happy stroll

wrestle with a damaged soul or snuggle with a Spanish troll

battered homes on ravaged roads maps of old on canvas scrolls

Granny stole a can of Skoal family woes have had a toll

there are things I can't control like who will be a fan or foe

still you bastards notice at the moment I'm the man fa sho...

SPM

P.S. That was murda and massacre mixed with Mexican magic

A nigga bless the fanatic while bitches question my talent

"He ain't the best on the planet! I'm wishin death on him, damn it!"

bitch, confess that I have it 'n' go and get my shit tatted...lol!

24.)            Anonymous said…

I’m miglo’s number one fan!!!!!!!!

Answer: My God, I thought I’d never see the day. Do you realize what you just did? When Miglo reads this he’s going to think he can really rap. This compliment is going to ruin his life!

            Now, look, if you care about Miglo at all, please post another comment and tell him you were just kidding. If not, he’ll keep rapping and making a damn fool of himself.

25.)            If Dope House Records is with Universal, how does that relate to Fontana?

Answer: Fontana Distribution was developed by Universal Records to work with elite independent record labels. DHR has always been independent, but we don’t have Universal’s distribution capabilities, and Fontana is a part of that machine. We give them a small distribution fee, and they release our projects nation and worldwide.

            Well, that completes the 25 Questions On My Dresser letter. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I thank all of you for your questions and comments. Reporting live from bachelor crib 214 A-Pod, have a great day planet earth!

Los