Urban Life Poetry: Vol 1

The average hustler doesn’t last long on the streets, but I was fortunate and had an eleven-year run before I caught my case (before the police picked me up). A simple possession charge got me a three-year probation sentence, but I continued to hustle. On April 27, 2009, the FBI picked me up on a federal indictment charging me with distribution of five grams or more crack-cocaine base, and I was sentenced to five years in federal prison.

While doing my bid, God blessed me with a vision to transform my rapping abilities into writing poems. He also blessed me with the ability to write novels, and the rest is basically history.