Yea coming to you straight from the mutha fucking front lines. It's been a crazy fucking week yo for real. Though I can say my whole life has been on the frontlines, everybody born in poverty can say that but the last 3 plus months, especially this past week has been truly life on the fucking frontlines. This past June I gave up my crib and moved into a room in the basement of a house in Newark's South Ward. I moved there because it was the only thing I could afford really to continue fighting in the war for justice. The South Ward is a high crime area for those of you not familiar with Newark, New Jersey. Now I was born in Brooklyn but came up in the South Bronx in the 80's, yea when shit was crazy. Well Newark reminds me of them times for sure.
Anyway the one good thing about my move is the capability of movement. I basically only sleep at this spot once in a while, I stay out on the road and out in the streets battling the beast. I have slept on the studio floor many nights or in my fucking car. This battle I am fighting needs to be fought like this if we ever want to see some real change.
Besides sleeping on the studio floor, my car, airports etc etc I managed to go on my 4Th European Tour. Did some events that will be featured on From The Frontlines. Also did some events in the states. The battles are picking up.
As for this week, yea found out my boy Ace who was camera man for the Frontlines for a minute wound up back in prison. Also my good friend from Italy reached out to me because her dear friend who is on Nevada's death row chose to give up his appeals and ask for an execution date. You can't bluff in this game, the date was granted. His execution is scheduled for the 15th of this month, as you can imagine my homegirl is freaking out. This is the part of the struggle that is fucking hard as hell.
My friend asked me to write to her friend to show support, to give him strength she knows this is what I try to be doing. Sounds simple enough right, I'm saying I write a lot peoples in prison, on the row included. But damn, I never sat down to write a letter to a brotha I knew was going to die in 10 fucking days. Just writing this shit makes me wanna do something. It wasn't easy at all. I for some reason remained bonded to prisoners I left behind, I like feel what they are feeling right now, it's crazy. By the time I finished writing this brotha I would not hear back from in this lie time, I felt as though I knew him for years. In one letter the bond was built; strong. Answer me this, who are the real fucking monsters on this earth?
This is what I dealt with this week as I worked and completed a track for the Dominique Green documentary "Thou Shalt Not Kill". I'll be writing a piece on this very soon. I completed a new track "From The Frontlines" which will debut on a North Carolina mix tape. Also gearing up for the second Texas tour this year, and been hard at work in the rehearsal studio for European Tour 5. I'm out for now.