If yawl don’t know my story by now, I’ve been in and out of the system since I was 13 years old. This blog is not so much about that portion of my story, as it is about the rest of my life. I discharged parole back in 2001, and landed back at San Quentin State Prison in January 2009 to serve a 3 year sentence for drug related offenses. It was the first hard drug case I’d ever been accused of in my life. Out of the 3 year term I was sentenced to, I’d have to serve 18 months before I’d be allowed to go back to the streets again. Well, I did that. I’m back on the streets now, and it hasn’t been easy, but it has been very rewarding. It’s been about 17 months since I came home, and I solemnly swear to you that I am trying my best to serve a life sentence on the streets this time around. I do, however understand that every individual is at a different stage of their recovery. I cannot expect every person to move like me. But I’ll be damned if when you turn to look in my direction I am not here to show you that there is life after prison and I am intent on staying on this side of the walls. That’s my commitment to myself, my family, my fans, and the 300 lifers I left in building 5 at Folsom State Prison. I’m not going back. Fuck prison!!!! *By the way, I’ve got a surprise for yawl comin’ real soon. Stand-by!!!
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