The following is an original poem written by Liza Rios, wife of Chris Rios aka Big Pun.  I would like to thank Liza for submitting such a personal piece of poetry.

IF YOU COULD SEE WHAT GOES THROUGH MY HEAD
AS I SIT UP AT THE END OF MY BED

STILL COLD, MY FEET ON THE FLOOR
AS I COULD SEE THE SPIRITS SEEP THROUGH THE CRACKS OF THE DOOR

IT'S DARK, I CAN'T SEE NO MORE
BUT I COULD HEAR THE VOICES BOUNCING OF THE WALLS
UP AND DOWN MY HALL THROWING OBJECTS ON THE FLOOR
ASKING ME IF I WANT MORE

THEY TRYING TO GIVE ME A SCARE
IF THEY ONLY KNEW THAT I REALLY DON'T CARE THAT THEY ARE THERE
I SIT BACK AND LAUGH WITH A MEAN STARE
AND TELL THEM THAT IM NOT SCARED

I TELL HIM "YOUR NOT WELCOME, GET OUT OF MY HOME"
HE SAID "HELL NO! I CAME TO TAKE HIS THRONE"

TAKE HIS THRONE?  YOU WANNA TAKE HIS PLACE?
SO I STOOD UP SLID ACROSS THE ROOM AND SPIT IN HIS FACE
AND TOLD HIM HE IS A DISGRACE TO OUR RACE

YOUR A CHEATER, A LIAR, AND A REAL SNEAK
HOW YOU LOVE ONE STILL LIVE IN THE PROJECTS
WITH THE ROACHES AND THE LEAKS

YOU BULLY YOURSELF INTO PEOPLES LIVES
SPIT POISON OUT YOUR MOUTH WHILE YOU SEARCH FOR SOULS
WITH YOUR DEFYING EYES

SOON YOUR DAY WILL COME
CUZ YOUR NOT THE CHOSEN ONE
AND EVERYONE WILL SOON SEE WHAT A FAKE ASS
SNAKE YOU TURNED TO BE

                                                      BILZ aka liza rios