My darkness is for my eyes only. It's here that I am never lonely. Others are blind to its beauty, its dangers, and its addictions. Afraid to look on the walls and not see their shadowy reflection, they’re destined to live in lies of light. My darkness replenishes what the blinding light tries to take away. I am revived by its touch and thrive on its strength. When the sun sleeps the imagination awakens. Lights glitter and sparkle, not dominate and expose. The sky is an enigma. The streets are unfamiliar yet inviting. Mystery lurks around every corner. A smile can turn into seduction. A touch into temptation. It all depends on where you are in the dark.

Have you given in to your darkest desires? Would you know where or how to begin?

I forewarn you. Be very careful. In my darkness there are demons slinking in empty spaces disguised as haunting memories or unhealthy temptations. These demons pretend to have the answers you seek. They overshadow the darkness with their twisted and blackened presence, threatening to destroy anything around them.

The weak befriend these devilish notions, needing to believe in their dark promises. They willingly take the hand of the demon undoubtedly losing their soul. The ones who have learned to see through these attractive illusions, find strength within a sacred light. This divine light is your soul. Its power casts away these demons ultimately freeing you.

My darkness holds truth and feelings of comfort, love, seduction, and peace. Yet it also weeps in pain and screams of betrayal. Here there are no walls. No need for outside protection or inside skeptical inspections. My darkness is filled with music of the darkest intentions, demanding passion of the darkest sensations. Reality is lost as fantasies are found. And the only sound that breaks the spell, are the whispers of secrets we never dare tell.

 
I came from Arkansas from a poverty stricken neighborhood. I am at a point in my life where I don’t hold back feelings anymore. Feelings I have held inside for soo long. So its not that IM not happy, I am just letting go…letting go. The first time I knew that I was going to have a tormented life was in the second grade..the little white kids kept calling me a nigger and I didn’t even know what it meant.

 
When I asked my mom what that meant all she could do is hold me and cry. She knew I was going to have one hell of a life ahead of me. But what could she do? Then I realized how poor we were shortly after. Then I realized that I was in a broken home…and by the 8^th grade I knew I was born cursed. But through all that I still felt like I was out of my element. I still felt like there was more out there for me than being poor, and no daddy, and racism and struggle. I caught a dope charge in Arkansas and they were ready to put me away, nobody gave a fuck except my sis ma and bro. It wasnt even mine..but they pinned me for it. I know it was time to take the game serious.  I knew I could never be a caged bird…my feathers are too bright.

 
In 92 I heard Pac for the first time..and I started writing. Ended up leaving Arkansas 14 years later and moved to California and I got noticed by Tila Tequila and Tila put me on with EGP. Then I met Big Syke from Thug Life so we got down and the rest is history. Now its war. I feel like nobody can touch me and anybody who steps in my way  I will demolish! Noone is going to stop me from feeding my kids. If this is the route I took to making me a better person then let me be!

 
Noone is going to step in the way of my happiness…or at least the pursuit of. Like Morgan Freeman said..Get busy living…or get busy dying…and you know what….he was damn right!