JAMS FYC FOR EVER

     Do you know what unconditional love means, true respect, 100% friend ship, a nigga that will ride for you till the wheels fall off, true honor amongst thieves? Do you know what it is to be loved by your brother not matter the situation? A nigga that will pay the ultimate price for you because he loves you that much? Well I do... and that dudes name is James Santa Cruz, aka JAMS FYC. I got friends that I know since 1986 and no where do they even hold a candle to my nigga. They couldn't  be him in a million years and I say this not to take away from the friends that I do have. Im a special type of person that when a person meets me, they gravitate towards me. They want to give me the world. If you know me, you know I'm not full of shit. All I got in this world is my word & my balls.

     But this nigga JAMS FYC was a different type a nigga, He didn't give a fuck about him self. If you asked him, he would tell you he's no one. As far as he was concerned, his existence didn't matter. Thats where he was wrong. My brother was loved by everybody he came in contact with. I thought I was somebody and that I was loved, I had it all wrong! I never met a person that hated on know one. I never heard him say one bad thing about anyone, including his enemies. He was just that good hearted. If you had a come up, a new whip, if you came off & didn't break him off or what ever good fortune you came across, he was genuinely happy for you. Even through all the pain he went through in his life. You would never know it because he hid it so well. when you met him, he was always smiling & happy. you never heard him complain about shit. As a friend he always put your needs first and asked know questions. I would tell him "yo, my man DINK needs me to ride out for him, take the ride with me" and because JAMS was a loyal friend, he wouldn't ask any questions and ride out.

     My man wasn't a violent person, he wasn't gangster in the streets or a tough guy, but he wasn't know one to fuck with either. He was the type of friend that I could put a gun in his hand & say I need this dude dead and he would ask no questions and just do it. Thats the truth. His loyalty ran so deep, he would do anything I would ask him. How many of you got a friend like that? The nigga would take a murder rap for me cause he knows I have a child and a lot going for me. He was just that loyal. I know 99% of you mother fuckers don't know have a friend like that because they are few and far between. He thought he was lucky to meet me & be in my life because of who I am, but thats not the case. Im the one that was blessed to have a friend this loyal, like no other and I know I will never meet another person like him.

     When I met him, all his boys didn't think he was shit with in the graffiti world. They would diss him and say he wasn't shit. They wouldn't give him no respect. Then he started rocking with me, I passed him the knowledge I had, put him on and took him places with me & introduced him to the upper crust of who's who. All my peoples saw he really was about it and that he was a genuine dude and that he was 100. When his peoples realized this, the hate really grew. They would say, why you fuck with that dude OLDNYC76. He would just say he is good peoples. He had a genuine passion for graffiti, he didn't care about fame or if niggas knew who he was. He did it for the love of it for him self which is the right reason.

     I still can't believe your not here Jams, your death is the hardest Ive ever dealt with. Harder then my mother passing. Ive had a lot of death in my life and have gotten to a point where it doesn't effect me. But my brother I can't stop crying, I can't believe your not here. I refuse to morn you, but to keep you alive. I know your not here in the physical, but I feel you in the spiritual. You was suppose to come with me to court to beat my case like you always do & every time he came to court with me, my shit was thrown out. So this last time I went, I brought your pray card with me and my shit was dismissed. It was a speeding ticket, the cop gave me a 66 in 30. Thats 36 over, thats not getting dismissed! And sure enough I did like you promised. You told me, don't sweat ill go with you and it'll be thrown out. You kept your word my brother. I know you are pain free and that God has a special place for you. I know you sit'n in V.I.P. nigga. Hold a spot for me brother and continue to look over me. You are my angle and I know you are looking out for me always. I feel you presence.

     Through me you will live for ever. I will keep you alive as long as Im alive. The amount of respect people have paid you is crazy, people that never met you be put'n you up and continue to pay tribute. You have touched people beyond belief or your imagination. I love you my brother. You are one of a kind, cut from a clothe like no other. No one could ever say anything bad about you or put dirt on your name and I won't let them.  You are my heart. I love you Jams. You ripped the crew FYC harder then anyone who is down besides me. thank you. Hand Salute & a 16 Gun Salute to you cause you earned it.
   
     On Dec 12th a Jam for Jams will be thrown to celebrate you life at Koda lounge in Bushwick. I will never R.I.P. you because you are not gone. I feel you still here watching over the ones who love you. Instead I choose to celebrate you life and raise you up to that higher power. You will be missed, but not forgotten. You are not apart of the greats who have moved on to a higher power. I know my peoples are up there holding a spot for you. JAMS FYC FOR EVER....