this is a letter to enform you about whats happened with me Lionel A Spence of 1815 Edenwald ave. if any government official should read this netter before i die i would be more than happy to take lie detector and polygraph tests at any time. first of all about 20 years ago Ian White started showing up at my house with beer and smoke almost everyday i didn't mind because he was a younger brother than me and i thought he was hidding it from his mom. and thought it was kool because he was intelligent and had some of the same intress as me, altough we can notice we didn't have to much in commin but music. he was more in to the braging and showing off on the corner are going to the studio with his freinds. i didnt mind, i was more into the technical aspects of recording music. so i bought some equitment and called it ours since he was here almost every day we did two are three songs then he started hanging out and doing songs with his friends in his own age range (i'm about 5 years older than him) which was kool because we both needed practice although he didnt think so. i realy wanted to do music at a professional level, and almost every day he would have to leave at 10'clock because my girlfriend was living with me mostly since i moved down stairs. he and our other two freinds whent to school for music and droped out, and whouldn't even show me a book are what they were studying. i felt a little bit betrade because i bought the stuff for us and our mutual freinds to make hit records. and pursue a jobs at making music. all through that time we chilled together he would always let on that his mother would get arrested every once in a whild and his uncle was a bigtime police officer who knew all the tricks on both sides of the law. i didn't pay it much attention because it didn't have nothing to do with me, and i wasn't into that type of thing. i started getting decent little engineering jobs here and there until like 6 years ago, i worked in VA. for a brother form the valley named bugs, spent 7 days engineering for 2 groups every thing went allwrite accept when one of the groups left they toke the tape with them saying if bugs wasn't paying, they wasn't playing. he said he was alright, when we get back to the city come to the office and he would pay me. for about two weeks if i call he's not not there, if i went to his super office on 48th street he wasn't there so i went to his cusins house an old freind of minds from the bicycle bmx days to complane, and he told me, "bugs do that to everybody even his mother he's a millionare with a company named bandula" so he called him and his reseptionis gave him the phone and i got my pay. he acted like he wanted me to work with him, but i wasn't going thu that again so i told him, thank you and i was going to upgrade my tape machine, i'ld call him. next month are so i see one of the guys from the valley mike bono. some months ago i engineered a session at bugs studio for them for free as a favor to a freind cory blunt who payed for the plane ticket. every thing went allrite but bugs only called me back. when i saw  mike he said they had a new song can they come by, yea i said wanting to here something new.  big mistake the next two days are so i got hit with a pushin robbery. i had to fight back after getting hit in the head with a pistol serveral times i was able to get a little control and yell out the window for police after getting kicked in the head and bit on the hand. they left but with the drumachines one of which was woodys(it got to my house after seeing it on the floor at another cats house). he said it was kool and he would buy back two more. but i wasn't realy intressed because if we were working, it wouldn't of happened because i dont fool with too much cats off the street. (word has it that i stole something from bugs and he sent them.) which anyone who knows me and bugs, knows the story is a lye. i have steve thomas and bugs cusin prime as prof. of coarse at the time i wanted mike and his mans dead but who wouldn't. by the time i sold the studio and bought a new audio computer, all thats been forgotten, even a blessing, because all the stuff i was doing and learning about music. one day i saw dread pass by me in his car on ely then he stoped opened the hood and trunk. dread, mikes brother percel (part of their group,) and the dude who hit me with the gun when i got robbed, got out and started acting like they were working on the car. i knew the car was new. and niggers like that carry their guns in the engine. so when i saw percell we greeted each other huged and i rode off acting like nothing happened, witch i am shore bugged them out. because i'm not realy trying to go there with valley. i would like to forget that. my musical skills had improved about 100 percent and i would never engineer another session for practice. then one day i was at the park and i noticed dread (a cat with long hair) and his man were being overly  nice to me. being that we never talked much, and here he is smiling and offering me smoke. to be polite i sat and talked to him a minute with him about nothing. the next minute i noticed one of woodys girls (woody was a pimp and never told me because he knew i wasn't in to that type of thing. (i found out from a freind cory blunt a d.jay who woody was jelouse of because he was doing his thing.) smilling at me with her legs open and thought that was strange knowing shes booked with his homeys and we never talked much. our eyes broke contact when i noticed dread and his man looking at me thu the corner of their eyes and talking shit. by about the next hour it was dark everybody was playing dice in the park (87 park on grace ave)so i started riding a dirt bike doing wheelys i fell off, got up and seen percell standing under a street lite at about the middle of the block outside of the park i walked up to him and we greeted each other with a hug, then 3 dudes came out of a darkcar he introduced them as his two cusins and afreind i politely asked him for some privicy so we could talk he said no we could talk in front of them, asked again and he started geting shity with me so i stoped and stared at him and as he laughed at me everybody busted out the park fighting i used the corner of my eye to watch him, so when my head turned, he tried to hit me i moved and got him in a choke hold but he managed to get me down, and wild his people moved in trying to stomp me, he got up and ran down the block fast and turned the corner. two of his people got hit because they were to close to me,and when i started approching them they kept on backing up till they turned around and went down the block to join the others. i slowly walked down the block to see what was going on and saw people dancing around, saying i fliped on percell. leaving the dirtbike there i rode a bicycle home to get my weapon all the time wondering who am i going to see on the way mike maybe? when i got back woody told me to go home the police are coming, so i gave the weapon to a friends little brother to hold in his yard since he lived close. waren was still realy fighting with dreads man who was saying that i fliped on percell, i knew that nigger had a gun, when he got in his new car and sat there like waren wasn't going to damage it, after picking on waren. lucky police came and saved us by telling every body to go home. the next day at about 11'oclock one of woodys mans DL knocks on the door saying the valleys here and they want me and woody. forwhat i said make shore woody and waren don't hang out there then to get my weapon from mo and bring it hare but don't ride straight back hare, thinking he was being helpfull. but i didn't hare form him all day. so i chilled, hoping that he didn't get into it with valley and got my shit taking. at about 5'oclock woody pulls up with one of his girls and tells me he got jumped, i was sirprized because he looked like he was all good not a skatch plus i tought he would be smart enough to find something else to do,besides getting beat up by the valley, cause i told him the nite before i didn't hit percell them niggers tried to jump me. my situation was different because they came to me with a pistol and hit me with it before and after i told them to take what they want and get out. i had to fight two criminal niggers with a gun and one of them bit me. before woody got jumped waren came and told me niggers was saying shit abuot me starting a fight and skiping. so i asked him how are we suppose to fight with a realgang on their terms i wouldn't run but i wouldn't fight them when their ready they know what their doing thats what they do, gangshit and beat people up. plus them niggers tried to jump me. besides wheres dl with my weapon? could you bring it to me. next week i seen Evan about the only one to tell me the truth about what went on that day. "sha and dl's crew broke out. and 40 are so valley niggers came in two vans. niggers from boyd and digney ave (part of sha and dl's crew) also came and sat with them." we had 30 are so cats that hang around park. witch i know of 6 are 7 of them would be helpfull in a fight situation, and two are three of them left. so when they attacked, our people ran, everybody but woody so they just slaped him around abit, his man K tried to help but he had to run to. evan was the only one to help woody into the ambulance. also that dl's stealing my weapon while i got beaf. if evan didn't tell me i wouldn't know nothing. so one day i went to dl's house and heard all lies about the weapon and how he got stabed defending me, but he couldn't even show me a cut, so i chilled and went to the park one nite and spent two minutes on him, i thougt he was a big tuff guy always talking shit, i could of beaten him to death if i felt like spending another 2 minutes there. because i'm going home to make some music as always. in about a month niggers must have figured out i wasn't coming around. me and mark was in my house drinking and smoking lissening to some tracks that i did before, and woody popped up talking about starting a company so i say i do music as usual, aren't you a stock broker? if you need somthing you can have it i'm sure you would give me something. so he started coming around more often thats how he was able to come in because i wasn't fooling with any of them anymore, 6 to 7 years ago we was supposed to have a music company. and all that stuff happend. because i was real with the music and he was real with the hanging out with his homeys and talking about how good they were. once i even got a record played on the radio for them, and boy did that record sound bad. i always wondered how could 6 to 8 cats get together pay for every thing and mess it up so badly. but any how i liked it because they were my peoples. so he comes by one day saying he got some new equitment and an office on bronxwood, pack my shit and lets go i looked at him like he was crazy because i don't need expensive equitment, i need a new cheap computer, food money and two or three weeks. the only thing i know about the music bussiness is making it, and thats all i need till i can find a good manager. so by the next week are so he's back showing me a new computer. the first thing i said was so whats my duties, how much do i get paid and if you get 50 percent of the money from any sales you got to go to the studio with the clients and the disk, so you need a computer too. we can write this all down and bring it to a notary repubic. also wares your freind with my weapon. he said he would take care of those matters but he never did, he got a 9mm pistol and a milatary bullitproff vest thru his cusin rob, i didn't accept any of them, the gun looked used and the vest belonged to the government. so i went along with it any way he said he could sell instramentals he was a stockbroker and knew how to sell things, but when i was there the most importent thing was drinking and smoking, every day he would have 80 to 100 dollars worth of smoke and liquor, i wondered how could he want to get so high everyday and go to work it seemed almost impossible. then he started acting strange even for him. when im talking about music he would cut me off talking about sex showing me x-rated web sites acting gay, and telling me his girl me his girl wasnt giving him none. i had nothing to say knowing all this time his girl was a wellnown pimpstress "big pam" (virtual empowerment organisation ) plus i could never get down like that, no matter how high i was, when he left, i looked at the porno sites and jerked off and that was it. so every day their smooth pimp game was getting woarst by the minute. one day he even showed me a web site with her waring a wig, alot of makeup, and her large . i played like i didn't recognise her and started talking about music and of coarse he talked about every thing that had nothing to do with me, or the music company. so this time when he left i started thinking why would he want me here, he must know i'm not getting down with him are his lady like that and he's got plenty freinds to do his thing with, on his modern level. but i noticed they whore being more and more obsest with me everyday. so i thought web site camera? searched the room and found nothing, so the next two are three times when he left, i turned off the lights before i jerked off.  boy did his attitude change from smooth pimp to gorrilla pimp, talking to me real messed up, so i payed him know mind because i could whip his ass on my woarstday and knew we were on drugs, i felt sorry for him. that boy needs jesus, a boyfriend, are something, but i don't have it for him. he should know because when the subject about homosexuals came up i didn't have nothing nice to say never, i could never give are receive in gay relaitionship, plus i'm into music full time jerking off 5 to 10 percent of time, thanks to the websites he was showing me. one day that week my computer crashed and i had to figger out how to get it back on, packed as much of my suff that i can including the computer and brokeout, thinking about how much money he must have made selling vidios of me jerking off also knowing that i would never go back in there, if hes cappable of doing that, he's cappable of doing any thing. one day he showed up at my house and i let him in, the nigger tried to ruff me up and i triped, when we were on the floor i herd the door bang i got up holding his hands and looked, it was his cusin rob who kicked a hole thru the steelbar stormdoor trying to get in. i just looked at him, because this big nigger would be on the receiving end of this ass kicking, gangsta are not. woody told him to chill and they left. remembering woody's cusin robs father was not only a cop but a rich general, i treated the situation as dangerous he told me a long time ago he could have people killed, and this had been about the third time woody said he was going to have me killed behind this. but this time he brought good help. so i went to the police station and told them about the door and woody trying to ruff me up and threating to have me killed. in the next 2 to 3 hours woodys mom shows up saying woody and robs out looking for me, i told her i saw them. (not telling her want happened because i'm sure she knew.) she told me her brothers a police man about 4 times in a row. (eg. you know my brothers a police man-my brothers a police man-my brothers....) "i know"i said "i met him one day he was there fixing a pipe upstairs," but to me it seemed like he was playing because the pipe he was fixing was allgood, and i had to meat him not by choice, she had to show  me that he's fixing the pipes upstairs. i knew she was down with are was aware of woody and pams prostitusion bussiness. plus at the house on bronxwood they have a major drug spot, everbody from 231st to around there knows, its easy to see and they never got busted. once she sent me to collect the rent there for some reason and it was like 650 for a big storefront for a small two bedroom apt cost about 1100. i don't care about none of that because it had nothing to do with me, and since i went to the police i haven't herd are seen none of them which is good. but now they teamed up with my sister and her sons in some big resterante deal downtown manhatten. me and my sister never got along. i always avioded her at all cost. he was the most plastic person every knew. as a child if she told me it was nice outside, it was raining. i was a quiet child and for no reason at all she would allways make sure i was crying, by any means. telling big dirty lies are by doing something, and saying it was me, no matter what she would disrupt any thing i was doing even if i wasn't doing anything. she was very mean and nasty to me. but always when i didn't see her for a while i loved her and thought of her as my big sister. when my nephews were born it was the best thing on this earth to me. but then it got realy ugly when she trained them to hate me and disrespect me. i was never went to school for child phychology. so the more they would be rude, the more ignorate i got avoiding them as much as possible. oneday the oldest most itelligent one who always loved me and called me uncle told me they used to tease me and break up my models and artworks because they were allowed to. oneday not to long ago i asked her why did she hate me so much, because her hattred is so deep i've never sean nothing like it. and its not heathy for nobody. i know i never did any thing to her. she said,"i told our mother that she sucked my dick." that was the most rediculus thing i every heard. growing up in the 70s we wouldn't say those things much less know want it meant, until you were about 12. but since she remided me, i do remember her touching it and looking at it asking me if i wiped it. which isn't a big deal she's my older sister, i was about 5,6,are 7 and she was pregnant with a boy. of coarse my mother told me anybody touchs me there i'm suppose to tell her. if my mother said something to offend her, she said it as a joke, dawns an educated woman that shit should of been gone a long time ago! the most high put problems here on earth for a reason if there was no problems there would be no good times and happiness. i think its wrong to vent all your problems and short comings on any indiviual are group. thats why i would avoid anybody that won't have a proper augument, where two people lissen to each other and come to a conclusion, are people that augue with lies, i never talk about things that i don't know about, intentionaly. people that do that make me sick litteraly. my life has changed so much since dawn moved in uninvited i used to be such a resorceful person since i was about 13 i used take care of the houses paint the apartments and change the locks, was a autobody man from about 16. and as i said before its not going to happen with dawn on the job, its like her life dream is to mess me up, and make me as unhappy as possilbe without touching me, after taking every thing she could possibley take, the house the basement, the garage, she's coming for the room i live in or my life. she ran my brother out saying he was crazy, knowing he was mentaly ill before she came here, she and him grew up together, there in the same age group, he's the most sweetist person in the world, she and her sons treated him like shit. i know i said things to woody about her that had nothing to do with him, that was to change the hooker and homo talk, since he didn't want to talk about music. of coarse i hate her,who wouldn't i've bin avoiding her since i was a child, this same thing has bin going down since before i was born, and anyway how much people have i killed. the other day i saw her talking convinceingly to woodys uncle. and the other morning somebody came from upstairs and thu my front door kicking out the same part of the door as woodys cusin. for the time her and woody was doing there resterante thing it was quiet here i sent my self thru school and learned graphic arts and web design which was great for me. they did there thing got a major manhatten resterante, tv comerials and stuff, i would be happy for them, if there relatioship wasn't based on their hatred for me. when my mother died dawn said she didn't need a autopsie and i have strong feelings about that. so rite now i'm going to the library and saving this ducument to about 8 storage locations and giving the pass words to every body i know, that woody don't know. so they can give it to the police with out revealing them selfs. because what they are doing is called gang conspricy, conspricy to murder, and strong arming. because i'm hearing things, i know he can get me setup, woodys telling his freinds things and i'm finding out thru their freinds freinds the storys are crazy any body that know me good would ask and of coarse people that are woodys freinds will tell me to be saft. if the valley  was on my case woody could stop that in a minute he knows most of the pimps from that side of town. i used to thing nothing can be woarse then dawn but but there is, a pimp thats not pimping me and tried hard, i left him with sume instramentals and i know he used them more than one of his people told me, which is good but he dosn't do that type of thing on the real he already has a good deal with his moms and uncle which is good. if you don't like me or like me to much, stay the hell away from me. i'm not affraid of dying, i'm afraid of dying of stupidity. the sad thing is he must be still looking at those videos and showing those videos on one of his web sites.its not that i think i'm smart, it's the corny mind games you people play, i'm very far from being perfect. God made our mouths to say anything. i have a tape with one of my nephews on tv and ex mayor ed koach calling him a sad misereble lyer. But the first thing i request is several lye detector and polygraph tests about any thing i wrote in this document. please people live your lifes and do your thing i would rather not be involed. and dawn sorry about the electric from the litebulb, tv, and computer you should of given me the electric bill when they came. when i used to have a lot of things pluged in it was about 28 to 35 dollars.      thank you for reading    Lionel"Tonetech"Spence