Everything that I am, the way that I speak, the words I use and the way my conscious mind speaks inside of my brain have stemmed from the music of my lifetime. When I think back on great times, parties, being stoned and running the streets vandalizing and spray-painting neighbor's property, I also think back on the soundtrack that playing during those days. It was Tupac when I needed some reality in my life, Spice 1 when we were gearing up for a fight at a local church picnic, or Dr. Dre when we needed a gangster theme to vibe and ride high to. It was Master P when slanging a dope sac, Three 6 Mafia when picking my girlfriend up before the wake and bake car ride to high school, or Kingpin Skinny Pimp in the background while we were underage drinking warm tangueray with no chaser. It was She Wants Revenge on my many expressway bound trips to go fishing out in the country, Michael Jackson's Off the Wall when pre-drinking and driving to our bar spot, or Chip tha Ripper when writing my last book. All pieces of the puzzle that I am had a soundtrack to them in their making, and they've contributed to the man that I am, just as I'm very sure all of you have had one playing your entire life.
Photo Courtesy of Damian Gerlach
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