Dear Avon Ave,
Wow, I never thought I would be writing to you, a damn “avenue”. You had me for a minute, shit, you had me my whole life. You controlled my every thought, every word, and my every action. I never cheated on you because you was main attraction. I learned a lot from you. I pray the new breed looks at my life and sees what not to do. You taught me how to load a gun, coming off the porch from playing man-hunt. I rep your name hard running with Man-Man, Dooney, and Kee. But never once did I hear you say you love me. Why would I? When love never existed. You only made it appear as if it did so I could stay in that district. You gave me nothing but heartache and pain. You buried a lot of my comrades who got lost in the game. The game in which the rules change as the generations evolve. But the game itself does not change, just the players involved. Very few escaped you, but the majority failed. It hurts like hell to think about AB, Big Hass, or Zock (RIP). Just to name a few you swalloed up on the block. What about the ones you buried alive? The ones that have football numbers but never played for a team. A dream in which turned into a nightmare. Oscar, 50 years for a murder he never committed; mean crossover in college but just came home for a visit. That’s all it took to trade his aspirations in for state digits. Now his chances of getting are shorter than a newborn midget. Every time I think of you you bring tears to my soul. The lifestyle you provided had me caught in the headlights like a deer on the road. I guess now you are going for my nephews and nieces, showing them the same love you showed me, ripping their lives into pieces. I know you have power. Your whole squad does. From Stratford Ave, High St., to the Stick N Stab Crew. I was weak for you. Now I’m paying the price. You should’ve killed me when you had the chance because now I’m following Christ. He who is in me is greater than he who is in the world.
Parents protect our future, your sons and little girls.
Cedric Brown AKA Bleed.