New Souls: Marcus

1 To our beloved sister Kathy, and bakers of blessings; from Floyd, and Marcus, the youngest
of the new souls here with us.

2 When I first met Marcus, he had engaged our WODz project with a lyrical composition (or "rap")
written about his life, titled, "Like they used to", that was full of the raw, direct, explicit
language, and street vanacular reflecting his San Diego, California, roots. A life of drugs,
gangs, violence, betrayal, and love lost. The last chapters of an early life. I found his poetic
narrative to be a familiar theme of the street life, yet, a pivotal introspective guiding one
into a new chapter of life.

3 I asked Marcus last year if he was interested in receiving a gifted blessing from a church
congregation that just had a bake sale to raise funds for those of us in need of a package
during the coming Christmas holiday. Something as small as a new hot pot heat up cold meals,
for Marcus, was an expense that would've been more complicated, and inconvenient on his
young daughter, had that blessing not been received.

4 The following words came to me in a (*) kite I received from Marcus the days following his
receiving the S.P.O. ("Special purchase order") package from Kathy that december 2016:

(NOTE: THE ORIGINAL HANDWRITTEN KITE WAS REDACTED AND TRANSCRIBED IN CONSIDERATION OF
LANGUAGE ONE MAY FIND OFFENSIVE.)

6 I wanted to share this kite with the congregation and our Bakers of Blessings, for you
to see how your love has fond a young daughter in the hood without her father at home, and
the heart of this young father who's on his way to discovering a new chapter in his life
among God's real people in society. You just introduced Marcus to a reason to use the word
"appreciate". That's right, playboy!... "on tha real". :) This is great work for us. A window
to a new soul is open for the Lord because the Holy Spirt Church Congregation is doing the
work.

7 We pray for someone from the congregation to join the prison ministry to visit and fellowship
with Marcus next. This new soul is y testimonial - one of many New Generation condemned here.
My name is Floyd (aka: "Sniper" aka: "Xzyzst"), and I used to be Marcus. Before I met Sister
Kathy.

(*) KITE - A WRITTEN COMMUNICATION OR MESSAGE BETWEEN PRISONERS.

Alright Sniper,
I send minez. Aye good lookin out on tha S.P.O hookup. I needed a new hotpot like a motha( ). I
was just about to order a S.P.O. now i don't have ta. I can shoot tha bread to my daughter now.
So i appreciate that playboy on tha real. So i filled out tha form. I think i did it right. ( )
I also included the (?) in tha total price. So everthing should be str8. I filled out tha
inmatepart... As for that heat. "Like they use to". Yeah man thatz all real ( ). When you out
there havin it ya way every body down wit you. But when you cant spread that $$ around no more
they shake on you. It aint nothin tho. I learned that time will show you that truth about motha( ).