Apr 6, 2009
When I was in the music business, my songwriting coach would always say "you have to give from the inside". In the rap world we called it "bleeding on the track", so I am going to bleed on this blog post. The picture below for Flashback Friday has the three generations. My father on the left, me, and my son William. We had attended the State Fair here in Columbia. The fair comes around once a year and the whole family attends. The reason this picture is so special is because I did not grow up with my father. I was born in 1973 and that year my father went into the military. His plan was to enlist, come back and marry my mom (who was 17 years old), and we would be an ARMY family. My father's plan was in place but my mother was not on board with it. The two decided to part ways and I became the traditional young black male raised with no father in the home. My grandmother took on the role of raising me. Fast forward to the future. I had a lot of anger in my heart with my father. I felt that he left me, abandoned me, etc... I moved to South Carolina by the urging of my grandmother. She felt it was best to leave Miami and start fresh with my family away from influences of the music business, friends, and past women (my grandmother always kept it real). Once in South Carolina, I reunited with my father and lets just say- not a happy time. We both needed to go to our corners for a little time out. That time-out session lasted five years. Finally one day my wife brokered a scenario that brought everyone together for Christmas. That year was the first time in my life that I was with my mother and father on Christmas. Stay tuned for part 2 of bleeding on the blog.