HE WAS A KING IN MY EYES MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER.
Hi my names Walter...Mike used to call me Cubbba though, just sometimes mostly just Walter. I used to play football at St. Paul's I was real real real real good, hah. Truuuu no lie.... he was like my biggest fan though...he would be like one day your gonna make the NFL. He was so happy I was Salvadorian...first time I went over his crib was the last day of school 7th grade year at St. Paul's and he was like "you a Cerote?' i was like na, he was like you a Cerote?" i was like na, i know what that means it means s***...he was like "you Salvi?" i was like yeah...then he was like "If your Salvadorian your a Cerote kuz we the s***!" i was crackin up dawg! after that we was tight...he would take me to the mall sometimes and washington squre...we would listen to Music on Limewire all day. He would record music in the back of the crib on Bronson his youngest brother and i would be tryin to listen but they wouldnt let us in....hahah. it was koo just the antisipation of hearing the music was good for us. Mike was like Pretty Gang, I grew up Pretty Gang too. I mean we get Cuts, Dues, Dress up, take care of the skin and carry ourselfs with Pasas and Class. Athletic because health is wealth and pretty gang be the richest dog. gotta work out think skinny you know. we used to tag and listen in school kuz we were smart, we got game, take care of the family because we understand certain things. sneaker heads, gear heads, hip hop its self, Latin Bosses is Latin Kings, is Latin Gods. Pretty Gang. RIP MIKE...I loved you you were like my Big Brother since day one. when you passed dog i cryed and prayed for you for years. I did a flower for the dead remix at a def jam poetry meet with manual arts in highschool at fairfax high. i cryed but was super tight..
