PLEASE DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE of thinking the Hip-Hop industry & nice cars, wearing big platinum & gold chains, with big booty females & fast money is the easy way of life. It ain't what you think it's all about. I got into the dope game looking for the fast way out instead of using my God-given talents & keeping my head up & staying in school, doing the right thing, & becoming an NBA basketball star. I was once compared to Michael Jordan, the greatest. In the hood, I was called ""Baby Jordan."" I had the meanest & coldest crossovers & dunks. But my dreams were shattered. I wanted the money...

One weekend, mama & Ms. Nell had a Bar-B-Q. People played cards, smoked weed, drunk & tried to talk to each other's man or woman. Ms. Nell's daughter, JoAnn, kept going over to my mama's apartment. I already heard she snorted cocaine. She was buying it from Ke-Ke. I went in the house to get some of mama's Banana Pudding. Soon as I walked in, I saw mama with a clear, small bag in her hand by her chin. She had her pinky finger in her nose, snorting cocaine. She tried to hide the bag, but it was too late. I knew she smoked weed. It didn't bother me. When I saw her doing cocaine, it really hurt...

Life for me wasn't always easy, but I made the best of it. I grew up in two towns called Attapulgus and Bainbridge, GA. You probably never heard of them because they are so small. The population is less than 500 to this day. It's on Hwy 241 and off Hwy 27. It only has one traffic light. When you come through the town you will see all the houses on one side--that's about 15 houses. Most houses got cats and dogs in their front yard, but not this town. They have hogs, goats, cows, chickens and their bitties (baby chickens) following them. Now that's what you call country as hell. What I'm about...