I woke up this morning and got my bike ride in before the rain came. I had Tupac playing on my iPod. “Me Against the World” is the song that got me started. Listening to his music forced me to ride a little further today. It was at that moment that I realized just how much music affects my life. I got back home and put Toni Braxton on my Pandora station. Took a long hot shower, lit a couple of candles, and put on my old comfortable pajamas. I was preparing myself to write.
The window was cracked. I smelled the rain before I heard it. There’s just something about the smell of the first drops that hit the pavement. I closed my eyes for a few moments and searched my mind for what I’d write next. A Kelly Price song came on, “Lord of All.” The song grabbed me by my soul. It forced me to the think about just how grateful I am for my life. The next scene I write about is me sitting in a prison cell at 3 o’clock in the morning with nothing but reality and depression. There’s no lonelier place on this earth.
I thought about the day I looked at my medical report and saw where my life ended 3 times within 30 minutes. I was forced to think about my purpose for still being here. I thought about all the dudes that didn’t make it out and are now forgotten. Every single person reading these words knows someone who’s incarcerated. Many of them will never come home. I’m dedicating this next book to them. They’re in a land of the forgotten, “A City Within a City.” I’ll give them a voice and hope that somebody hears their cries for help. I’m going to dig deeply into my soul and search for the words that will describe the pain they’re enduring. They need help just like the rest of us. I’ll show that real men aren’t judged by the tears they cry behind closed doors.
I’ll be speaking for some of the same people that you love and miss.
My stories are real and unique. I don’t want to write what everybody else writes. I want to educate you as I entertain you. Every book I write will have a purpose. I’m creating my own style and path and I can’t be stopped. My writing will only attract certain kinds of people. When I write these words, I give you a piece of me. My life is an open book. I just hope I make a difference in someone’s life. I will become a prolific writer one day! I’m just so grateful for my life and the opportunity to tell my stories.
I thank every single one of you that have supported me. You mean more to me than you could ever imagine!