Park,

hopefully this missive will not prove to be my epilogue, but should it prove to be so, I will miss you greatly my brother. You and I have given birth to a very special Brother- hood, one without conditions. I'm having to fight to stay in control as I search for the right words. I find myself becoming emotional.

I am with great pain and sufferings. But not for myself, but for all of my loved ones that I would be leaving behind. As for myself, I'm truly doing good seriously. There's a peace and calm surrounding me. But as I sit and think about all the people who will be left behind to mourn in my demise, I become sickened.

Keep your head up my brother, keep the fighting going. An end to this mad-ness is not far in the distance. Soon the death penalty will be at its end. I pray with my very soul that you will be around to see the ending of this killing machine. My prayers are with you. Give'em Hell my brother. But giving them Hell doesn't mean at all to live in psychological Hell. Turn to our prince and savior Jesus Christ, he's the very Best person to fight along side of. He loves you, and I love you too. Hopefully one day, years from now, you and I will meet each other again. Hopefully you will come to have a personal relation-ship with our Father in heaven.

Give everyone over that way my love, let them know that my prayers are with them.

When you write to my LYRIC, I mean, my EX LYRIC, give her my regards. Let her know that my Love for her is still with me, heading with me towards Forever.

Well brother man, till we are once again within each other's reach, much-much love.

Sir Polo - A.K.A. Shyne
in Christ's Name and Love,

Peace Out.

PS: If you should shed a tear for me, make it one of joy and happiness.I'm full of joy and happiness right now.

I'm FREE.
At Last.

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