"A Crack Vial, A Time Capsule Containing Crack Music. Music That Is Reflective Of A Time When The Streets Were On Fire. On Fire With A hustlers Ambition That Set Homes Ablaze. Homes Which Once Had Working Class Citizens Trying To Find Their Way, Post Civil Rights Movement, Black Panther Party And The Vietnam War. Opium, A War On Drugs, Reaganomic And Just-Say-No Campaigns. Cocaine Made Its Way From South American Boarders To The Palms Of Poor Black Boys In The Ghetto. Boys With Their Entire Lives Ahead Of Them But Born In Circumstance. Circumstances They Couldn't See Beyond, That Would Work To Strip Their Ability To Hope And Dream. When They Did Dream It Was To Escape The Violent Poverty Stricken Environments That Left Them Trapped And Abandoned. Abandoned By Slain Leaders. Manipulated By False Prophets Who Promised Them Nothing But A Manufactured Opportunity. Manufactured In Factory Apartments In Pyrex Jars On Kitchen Stoves, Transforming A Powdered Substance Into A Solid Rock. Solid Foundations Became Unstable Ground. The Family Tree Cracked From Branch To Root. Crack Rock. Mothers Pushed To Addiction, Fathers Pushed To Prisons And Children Torn Between The Streets And The System. A System Working With A Purpose. A System Controlled By A Government That Coordinated The Import Of The Second Black American Holocaust. The Crack Epidemic. An Epidemic That Swept Across The Nation Tearing The Last Bit Of Fiber That Fused A Black Nationalist Stand With A Black American Dream. An American Dream. Freedom Of Life, Liberty And The Pursuit Of Happiness. A Dream Deferred, A Happiness Compromised, A Poor Black Boy That Walks Over Crack Vials On His Way Outside" - Pre$ice
Sometimes in life we begin a journey and get lost along the way. It took me a while to even realize where I was and what mattered. I was lost and didn't even know it. I began to force music and creativity. I got lost in a green concept because I was trying to escape poverty. I didn't believe people would care about a poor black boy from Bushwick story. A failed basketball player at that. I didn't think I was good enough to just be loved as an mc with a real story so I hid behind what began as a marketing concept. I masked this pain by trying to keep a nice outfit and "work hard". I wasn't working smart. I was running away from loss and unresolved emotion which I'd never dealt with. All these years of grinding and people never connected. Yeh I had a few good moments and looks but that was luck. Outside of being a humble dude people didn't know the humble beginnings. Beginnings that define the decisions I make today as a young man. I feel like I've wasted so much time, I was running away and was so lost and the only way I was able to find myself was to go back to the place I'd ran from for so long. Sitting here on my birthday I'm like damn, you can't plan life. Who would have known I would Finally find myself on my day of birth. CRAZY. I'm more aware of who I am and empowered because my fears and pain have finally become my strengths and salvation. Rashid Littlejohn aka Presice, Terri's Son. #TalentOverHype #588WilsonAve
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