“In 2006 when I slide up north to Canada everyone was like “what?!” They knew I have talent, but I guess they underestimated my determination. They saw me on the streets when I did what I did. Where I’m from you gotta earn your keep.  I handled my businesses. Sometimes it was a little rough around the edges and I was like a loose cannon but I figured out my shit.  People didn't realize my full potential and I don't blame them because I don't know my full potential yet either. I know if I have a chance I will take it, that's all.

That don’t got anything to do with my war stories, hustle or spitting. Besides my nigga Filthy Rich, not too many cats knew I had skills MCing. On the real, they ain’t even know that when I went to Job Corp. I made it out of two wars in West Africa.  For damn sure, all I wanted to do once I was out, was to experience a better life. I was finally free from extreme poverty and the whole war shit that kept coming back like a fucking De Ja Vu. You will never know what it’s like to wake up everyday not knowing where your next meal's coming from, walking in the pouring West African rain with holes in your shoes and rags on your back, broke as hell! Sleeping in a hot ass room filled with mosquitoes every God damn night with no electricity and no running water - dead bodies on the side of the road etc etc. For me to come from that place to be here?

Now that’s the shit! Got me one of those kitchen jobs, at first, washing pots, earning me a few dollars, taking night classes, chilling with my doggs in Franklin, smoking blunts and brews. Scooping up honeys from around the way? That made me feel like I was finally living a normal life. Don’t get me wrong, hustling on the side while trying to maintain a steady job was a 'bitch'. The system kept taking my money, fucking with my license all of a sudden but it sure was better than running round in Africa like the way I was back in the day.                             

A lot of dudes try to get in the streets to prove that they're hard but me, I'm like fuck that, it is what it's gone be. I'm trying to prove I can do positive things with my life cause I already been through the bullshit part. I know what’s down that road cause I’ve been there, shit, I’ve lived there. I'm trying to show myself that I could rise above the bullshit and make my way out for good. Now I’m just gonna let ya’ll know why I picked up what I picked up and why I did what I doing. I wanna write. I wanna put out movies about life in Africa type shit and relate that to this world, real life shit I seen and been through. I was surprised when I came out of Africa to see some people didn’t know about Liberia or Sierra Leone or Guinea at the time. They ain’t even know what had happened out there until that movie ‘Blood Diamonds’ came out and now it’s like that’s all they know about West Africa.

I hung out in Plainfield, Brunswick, Franklin and Freehold and related to their struggle. I go to Newark, Jersey City and East Orange and I see the spot Is like from Paterson to Trenton. I lived in PA for a lil’ while and I was in Brooklyn for a hot second too. Maryland, Va, DC, I’ve been doing that I-95 shit for years now.

I’m doing it my way right now, you already know. I know there’s a war on these streets. A war where the chaos ain’t a riot with tires burning and little 12 year old niggaz running round with AKs on their backs in broad day light but I seen what I seen and regardless of what you might know there is a war going on out here. I’m a story teller and a musician so I’d make up the melodies and spit raps about the struggle. One day I might flip it. But I’m working right now, recording and promoting my music, writing my books and taking care of the foundation Shit I MIGHT just start branching out. I’ve held down jobs before and came up there too. Dish washing to security, to being a phlebotomist a patient care tech, an accounting clerk and all that. Right now I’m an author.  I use to work with all types of patients in hospitals to where I felt like the best way I could really help myself or anyone is if I was in a better place.

Shouts out to Filthy Rich, BiteFirst, Thunder Dome, CJ, Lite it Up, First Fridays, Planet Africa, My Jersey goons, Toronto niggaz, Ottawa niggaz and my Edmonton niggaz ya know ya’ll selves… my Freetown mugs, Gambia. Senegal, and my England crew.

 
Check out my shit and let me know what the street is saying. You can find me on my blog (blog.freddywill.com), myspace.com/freddywill or on my website www.freddywill.com. link up and get a feel for what it do.. I can read and write just like Uncle Sam likes it but this post is for the streets. I don’t wonna hear about how you can’t read eboniks and shit like that. If it’s like that than this ain’t for you!!!

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