Dear Mike,
I know it's been a while since I've wrote, and to be truthful I have no excuse, but on my words to you I sometimes choke, and to think I'm called The Juice. Life down here has been quite hectic, i haven't fulfilled one promise I made, the more I've let you down I've felt it and because of this I'm mortally drained...I Miss You Mike!
Man I've cried out often in anger, especially on the date of July Twenty-first, whenever this day arrives I feel this danger, wanting them niggaz who got you to suffer worse, but this vendetta I carry can't sustain me, my burning desire to avenge your death. What are the rewards revenge will bring me if i have their blood on my chest? How can I win this fight without a loss? Because to win I'll lose so much, yet somehow they have to pay the cost. How will it look if they're not touched? I Miss You Mike!
Maybe one day they too will meet their fate, but for now I'll let them be. I'll just be aware of every move they make like always there but seldom seen. As time passes they're bound to forget who was your man and who was not, that's when them niggaz will get hit, just the thought of it makes me hot...I Miss You Mike!
You already know I'll keep it real, my beef with Chuck I will amend, then the two of us can seal the deal and bring them niggaz to their end. It's for you my heart still bleeds and I'll be sure to keep in touch. So hold your head until we meet hay yo Mike I miss you fam so much...Eight Years Later, A Million Tears left to spill...