Letter To Alex
yo alex wadup,first off my apolige,couldnt make ur wake,or see your family,cuz when u died i was in denile for a year at least,i still talk to u in prayer,hope u hear it chief,seems like yesterday we would just ride out,all of us skateboards bmx meet at my house,skate thru town gather the whole crew,u still the best flip trickin the 6 set this is so true,*****we would start skate spots and hate cops,remeber cape cod? i still got the sun spots,listen to dmx the whole trip it was dumb hott,skidmore the saratogain wendys,i still run them blocks,congress park were we d congergate and stop,chad muska ghetto blasting the party never stopped,i ll never forget when my mom caught us smokin her marb butts,we was bout 13 back in day be4 starbucks,or the blue bowl first time i got stoned,sorry we lost touch when i went to the group home,how quick we grew up and left home,*****wasnt right now i miss that u left homes,yet this earth is evil,i know when i leave it to i will see you,have bud and drinks ready u know how we do,*****remeber lake placid,we waxed every curb coulnd pass it,and the tree house still spray painted,anarchy signs and gang related,im glad we tagged the inside u were fam just not related,we had fun and bleed together,*****some days wish we were dead together,but i carry on just for my sons sake,dam dog pretty much everyone fake,rich still locked 6 years now,but i gotta stop writting cant control the tears now.....i love u bro i ll never forget you
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