ummmm...

dear officer friendly,

i know you don't remember me personally,

and your actions since our encounter may

prevent you from bein able to remember

this one paarticular incident as it is known

that this is a practice you are known for.

i remeber the time you killed the other kid

when i was five years of age, he was twelve

and you spent time on the scene makin jokes

and threats...

you became the reason i wanted to be a

fireman instead of the po leeceman i had

wanted to grow up and be...

you, when i was six, destroyed my

values when you sexually assaulted my

cousin with yo nightstick then shot her

because she slapped you for doin it.

YOU SHOT HER DEAD!!!

so, here we are fifty-five years later.

and i am the criminal you said i would be.

i have killed, robbed, dealt dope, pimped

ho's, and been dopefiend down

BUT you were wrong about me livin my

life in a prison cell...

(as i'm still alive i can't say you were wrong

about dyin in one... tho not likely...

it could happen, we could meet again)

people have told me that i coulda

'let it go'...

it's so easy for other folks to say

'get over it'...

when i finally knew who i was i did...

and my life has been full of tellin others

the same thing, so they could feel what it's

like to try to get past and 'get over it'...

like you i have ended whole families and

can't eem remember they names...

this is a thank you letter.

i became stronger than you.

erthing i ever did i did without a badge

or gang to back my plays.

and i have enjoyed the many times we

have crossed paths as i walked out of

courtrooms (i guess me winkin at you

pissed you off). i just never wanted you

to forget... i'm one of the many children

you can call yours.

i know you prolly dead, but you live on

in all that we have done, so again...

i thank you...

i'd prolly be dead by now too if not

for what i learned from you...