wen tt was still in the nineties it was lyk this I only had those nikes we used to roll on e bikies no side chicks.. we never really felt em bitches got to get tt we we flexng for e riches everybody in e city I had buddy from e city we used hussle for fifties we wer always real no smile was crooked no body was wicked we were pvety stricken I never lost my shape had a scar on my face true worriors ..dd we fought victorious we were e notorious and I noe its hard to believe only e lord wanted us to live bullets wen we sleep eyes open we couldnt really sleep and whitecops didnt lyk us they wer nothing lyk us we was gangsters we sold drugs our names on posters n every dealing ey wer killings coz no one really ever wanna to lose it pains me to see a brother on da news u noe how feeling nigga I could kill a nigga miss wit my team imo shoot so i got down on my knees pray to to jesus thank God I believe it was hard tm to live got into crime early as a teen got locked away wen I turned 13 and how could a nigga follow his dreamz wen lyf hits hard u bleed n every morning u just wanna leave ur house aint safe not even a single door on crib in da night sumone might enter your family he might murder better be on a gang than wait for e later son I wrote you dis letter ..4 you know dat love is greater no feelng is better u better learn from my mistakes than learn from ur own mistakes see how tough e nities were But no damn day did I stop to dream so it's ur turn to dream trust in da lord n u will win. love your Grand dad