My family never missed a visit in eight months, ever. I cried coming out. I didn't cry coming in. There's a big difference. I believe that God put me there for a reason. Incarceration is serious.
I was falsely arrested twice, slandered and defamed.
My purpose is far greater than my pain.
Put out great music, and that's that.
All my friends were in the park smoking weed and getting pregnant. I didn't want to be the young black girl having a baby, a baby's father, being on welfare. That wasn't going to be my story.