Dear Family (Part 1)

Dear Family,

 

I told Jay that I’ve written letters for her blog, I’ve written all kinds of stuff, but I’m such a perfectionist that I rewrite shit, and end up picking it all apart, and then getting exhausted, and then ending up getting nothing to you.

 

            Today I’m just going to write a fucking letter and make sure not to reread it. Just put it in an envelope and mail it to you. I’m sending you my letter through her blog because she (Jay) keeps her blog updated, unlike Dope House’s site.

            She sent me a letter with a question, the 1^st question that was most popular of your questions. I don’t have that letter in front of me, but the question was if I thought my incarceration was part of a conspiracy. That was a great question and I’m going to give you guys an answer on my next letter. I’ll work on that after I write this letter.

            So what’s been happenin, man? I’ve been good. Been working out with my homeboy, Red. “The Son of Norma” will be out this year and I’m excited about getting it to you. Or shall I say, “finally”, getting it to you.

 

Let me find the list of songs that will be on that album…….Alright, I’m back.

“The Son of Norma”

 

1.)   Los Vs. K-Luv (Battle Rap)               10.) Chiefin On Good

2.)   If You Only Knew                              11.) Addicted To Storms

3.)   The Poor Kids                                     12.) Make Me Wonder

4.)   My Homegirl                                      13.) Till They Come

5.)   The Son of Norma                              14.) Brave

6.)   To The Flame                                     15.) Angels

7.)   No Love For No One                          16.) Dark Memories

8.)   Even In A Prison                                17.) My Greatest Hits

9.)   Frustration

Believe it or not, I decided to have no guests, except one song that features Pimpstress. That song is “Dark Memories.” As you guys know, I usually feature the entire Dope House Family: Grimm, Quota, Lucky, Bash, Gotti, Low, Sheedy, Powda, Coast and so on. Carolyn still sings on the hooks, and Russell Lee sings on “The Poor Kids” and….. Oh, shit! Where’s “Don’t Go Away”? There’s a song called “Don’t Go Away” that Russell Lee sings on. So the list is obviously not entirely accurate.

 

      Well, just expect at least fifteen of these seventeen songs, and maybe two not mentioned. Sorry about that. I’ve changed this song list a hundred times but I promise, this list is 95% accurate. It’s just that I had to choose from like 50 songs and (no bullshit) all 50 are crack.

 

      I also want to let you guys know that I will do a much better job of staying in touch with you. I’ll be talking about the facts of my trial on this blog, and we’re also finding the right people to give the Dope House site a total makeover.

      Well, guess what? I feel like flowin. Let me shoot some dope in my pen so it can do what it does. I’ll write you guys the answer for your “conspiracy” question later today. I love you.

Carlos

Another Cold 40

“Like Brothers”

Los crumble the borin, so they mothers will mourn

I’m just sorry that my gift is so troubled and torn

rollin thunder was norm, see I come from da storm

still I’m fuckin comp like they fuck sluts on a porn

mothafuckaz was snorin, while I stung in the foreign

made a couple hundred thousand on dat Cullen and Orem

It’s the corner of dreams some say the Corner of Lust

see the game ain’t a game but to score is a must

better tour on a bus before explorin the brush

cause the flesh finds rest then it forms into dust

forty-fours that’ll bust internal organs and guts

cops come and we like “Are you sure it was us?”

Killas sworn to the cuts we live and die by the code

Hillwood “Forever Young” ain’t no time to get old

let the silence unfold, it’s been tryna get told

it’s been screamin from the hollowness inside of my soul

Lord, provide me with hope, help me lighten my load

I been travelin so long don’t let me die on the road

a million miles from my home, in the fire and smoke

I been searchin for water, please, it’s dryin my throat

as I cry and I choke each moment fightin to cope

I know You love me but it feels like You privately don’t

of course the title is mine but is it worth what it gives?

I jus wanna eat fresh and go to church with my kids

but it hurts to admit the words the serpent has spit

when he ever doubted God or claimed mercy’s a myth

cause the worst of it is, if I was free as I speak

no, it wouldn’t be church but some weed and a freak

maybe two even three, but the most was four

cause my “Go Go Gadget” wouldn’t go no mo

at the telly wid tens but one had dropped to a nine

bitch, I’m sorry but I saw a pimple on ya behind

that’s another reason you ain’t make the video shoot

what, ya thought that you could make it with a pimply glute?

No Ma’am, but I am fallin off the subject at hand

and to think it all started with a couple of grams

and a troublesome man who keep a gun in his pants

got drunk at the club and beat up one of his fans

look, I’m sorry that I left you all covered in blood

but we fought like brothers it was nothin but love!

                                                                                      (laughing)

That was funny. Please take good care, and I’ll be writing you more in just a bit.

Los/SPM