Be a part of history! I will be going into the studio soon to record the new album "Underground Railroad" please let me know what you think is hot, and what's not, what would you as a fan want to hear more of, all comments will be taken into consideration! lets get the word out there souljahz! One... Fiyah This is a copy from my blog, "I done did it." this is my story... Foreword: I have been on myspace for a minute now, and have had the privilege to talk to, and minister to a many of people. I have noticed that a lot of the people that I have talked to, feel as if they are in their situation all by themselves, that no one can relate to their situation, therefore they don't talk to anyone about it and stay in the situation they are in. I wanted to take a moment to share my story, and encourage any and everyone who has made it over to do the same, somebody out there needs to know that they are not alone! You are never too far from the Father where he can't reach out to you, and pull you out of whatever situation you are in. My story is not the worst I've heard, but God has allowed me to experience many different trials to equip me with the tools that I need to be effective in ministry. Today, anything that I go through, I try to keep that in mind, The father is making me, and everything that I go through is for those he has placed me here to touch... I would like to recommend a couple of my songs that can better explain, they can be found @ www.soundclick.com/firestartersog. Please note, all of these songs are rough drafts, and they are not recorded at studio quality, but the lyrics say it all: 1) I Done Did It 2) Coulda Been me 3) All for Yall 4) The other side of forever 5) Made Man These songs are relevant to this blog, but I am sure that all of them can bless you in one way or another, that is why I do what I do... And if you get a chance, let me know what songs speak to you, what you like, what you don't, I am getting in the studio soon, and I want these songs to be as effective as possible so please help me to help others... My Story: I was born in Tomball, a small town right outside of Houston, TX. Soon after my birth, my mom and dad got a divorce, and my mom and I moved in with my grandmother. From that point forward, I never saw much of my dad; he was either locked up in prison somewhere, or just nowhere to be found. I clearly remember my first introduction to "The Game," I had to be maybe 5 or 6 years old, my mom had found my dad, and wanted to get some kind of child support, so she took me to his apartment. When we knocked on the door some cat with wild hair and bloodshot red eyes answered the door, we thought we where at the wrong place, but he assured us, this was Larry Sr.'s place and let me in, my mom felt uncomfortable, so she waited outside and asked me just to go in and get my dad. As I entered the apartment, there where about 10 dudes, and several woman all passed out all over the floor and couch, along with papers, pillows, and pizza boxes. As the man who let me in stretched back out across the floor, he instructed me on how to get to my dad's room. I stood outside the door and knocked for several minutes, but there was no answer, eventually, I took it upon myself to go inside and see if anyone was in there. When I entered the room my dad was there laying on the bed completely naked along with two other woman, I called out to him, but he still did not wake up. Being young and fascinated by everything I saw, I began to look around the room. The room was filled with big black trash bags, on the dresser was a mirror and a hollowed out pen, along with a mound of white powder. Now I had seen enough TV to know what that was, and I knew it was bad, so I went and shook my dad one last time, this time he wakes up and tells me to go wait outside, and he would be out in a minute. I was a little scared, so I quickly left and did as he asked. Not long after that incident, I thought that everything was going to be great, I began to see my dad more, he had bought a new house, and my mom would let me spend weekends with him, he had a boat, and he would take me to the lake, he would pick me up in limousines and take me to the go cart track, buy me whatever clothes and toys I wanted, give me hundred dollar bills like they where quarters, he had a ranch with this cute little young chick, and he would take me horse back riding, everything was great, what more could a kid want right? But all of a sudden, once again he vanished, the phone calls stopped, the visits stopped, everything. My mom would always say she expected it, he's no good, he is gonna always hurt you and let you down, stop giving him your heart, you know Later I find out that he is in prison in Tennessee for drug trafficking, this explains all the fancy clothes, trucks, and briefcases full of money He did several years, and after his release, me hearing from him was far and few between, I really don't remember seeing him much again until I was 12, when he was at the Harris county jail for possession. It was about this time when my own life began to pattern after what I had seen in his life, I began hanging around the older cats in the neighborhood and learning more about the streets than a 12 year old boy should know, my dad had began to come back in and out of my life, and after I had gotten in trouble at school for carrying a weapon, my mom sent me off to live with him, saying that she couldn't handle me anymore, I needed to get out of the "hood" away from all the negative influences and give it another try. Now, from age 14 to 15, just starting high school, I went to start over with my dad, I was excited to an extent, because I really wanted to get to know him better, and spend time with him like I used to. At first he seemed very concerned, he would talk to me about what not to do, he would comment about the negative lyrics of the music I was writing (this is the NWA, public enemy era, so my lyrics consisted of violence and lashing out against the system) and he even allowed the police to take me to boot camp to try and scare me straight after getting in trouble at school again. He had a new wife, and three new kids, including one his wife had from a previous marriage, who I loved all very much, but being there was difficult at first, I believe he felt he had something to prove, I had to be in the house no later than 10, off the phone by 10, no friends over, it was just a lot stricter than what I was used to, now I had to sneak out and do what I did. I continued to get in trouble at school, but by this time, it did not matter, my dad would be gone for weeks, and even months at a time, and when he was there, it was only to fight with his wife, and she would go stay with her sister a lot, so I was pretty much left to do as I pleased. Although I was only 15, I thought I was grown, all my friends where between the ages of 18 and 30, I was even having relationships with women in there 20's at that time, I began to indulge in the lifestyle of sex, drugs, and alcohol. Soon after that I had to move back in with my mom because my dad had completely disappeared and his wife was moving back in with her sister. I had gone completely out of control by this time, sneaking women in and out of my mom's house, leaving for weeks at a time, selling drugs out of her house and at school. One day I realized I was tired of it and began reaching out for help, I told my mom about the violent thoughts I had, the voices I was hearing, how depressed I was. She took me to see a psychiatrist, who diagnosed me with every mental issue under the sun, from obsessive compulsive disorder, bi-polar disorder, acute skitsophrenia, and manic depressive, so he put me on a bunch of pills and scheduled more sessions to did deeper, but the medicine seemed to help, so I left it at that and never went back. I was failing because of attendance, so as soon as I turned 16 I dropped out and got my GED. I tried to get jobs, but either I would not get hired because of my previous troubles, dirty UA's, or just a lack of discipline on my part, it was not working, I could make more selling drugs in a day than a whole week at Pizza hut, so what was the use? At 16, my whole mindset changed, now not only was I dealing drugs, but I was stealing, robbing, and manipulating girl's minds for money. I was taking girls entire paychecks, and having other men pay me to talk these girls into sleeping with them. From 16 to 18 it only got worse and worse, My best friend, who was like a Father figure to me was shot and killed, and after that, I lost all control, I got more bold, more careless, my conscious had all but completely disappeared by this time, I was constantly drinking alcohol, drinking syrup, popping pills, smoking at least an ounce of weed every day, about 5 packs of black and milds, beedies, dippin blunts in codeine and wet (formaldehyde or embalming fluid). I was sleeping with any and every woman I could find, I was robbing houses and stores in broad daylight. Everyone around me was being locked away, killed, or losing their minds or dying from drug overdoses, but I honestly believed I was untouchable. I did not see the warnings. I could not go into any store without leaving with pockets full of merchandise, It was the thrill, because a lot of times I would steal things for no purpose, just for the thrill. My music had changed, no longer was it a harmless verse of just saying something, but my music got very angry, and violent, It was my way of releasing the psychotic thoughts and visions I was seeing in my mind, and all of my frustrations, I would just let out on the microphone. I was doing anything I could to make a dollar, even working on starting a little prostitution and drug ring, my goal was to eventually open an adult entertainment company and a chain of strip clubs to front for the prostitution and drug sales. The Father saw that I