this is the letter that he wrote in a time of misery with nothing to look forward to only thing that meant was making the money a solid tear fallen from his face no one to keep him away he was growing and learning fast proffesional singing bitter drinking only question asked would he make it passed the challenge traveling the valleys no love just a companion music never dies comes back with greater light that lonely night breeze cool as a block of ice my pen out of ink so into the next town i ride started working at a club open mic night on friday im the host the club became my life music in the basement as if i never embraced it money and respect was my new goal this is when everything started to fall i fail to see the signs from god because im always drunk became some kind of icon thought i would live to be old little did i know my life would be cut short on a friday at the club tragedy found me someone in the club yelled its my time now thats when i fell my chest burning from the bullet no one to help me through this the evil that men do my message was to strong it even made you cry but it was to good to be around for ever my destiny the grave but my spirit will remain.