"Born into this thing called addiction; third generation to be exact.
Each night I escaped to normalcy; and in the morning... reality drew me back.
From foster care to... the streets... to prison; I fought the arduous fight.
Shivering from the coldness of the shadows; always my past, predicting my present absence of light.
What do you do when pain was always the meal you were fed?
Sitting in prison; knowing that by your hand someone else is dead?
What do you do when; abnormality is all you've ever known...
I was born in the projects; roaches as my pets... don't even think of having a home.
Then it happened... and the world began to take notice and see...
He plays the sax, he prays, he has a son... oh yeah he served 15 to life plus three.
All my life has been about a pursuit to prove I was normal to the world.
I know it was all based in low self esteem... selling drugs to get the money, jewelry and the pretty girl.
Today; I know, accept... I truly understand,... that normality for me is not what I've always thought.
No matter how many books sold, addicts saved, poems written; nor money made... being normal can't be bought.
Others who have been down, been under, been left and rarely right.
They now strive for normalcy based on my current life.
Today... I don't have to/ want to/ expect to be normal...
I'm ok just being Lee...