“In 2006 when I slid up north to Canada everyone was like “what?!” I use to spit from back in the day but I didn't really get into it for real until in 2006. Right now I'm getting ready to do my third album and my second book for 2010.  The way I see it, there is no point trying to be the best rapper anymore. I'm trying to touch as many people's lives with my music as possible and become one of the best musicians of all time. This time it's going down in the 'Krio' language of Sierra Leone. Many people always said I had talent, but I guess no one expected me to be this determined. Funny part is after getting some money, cars, the cribs, your boy is still hungry. People see me doing what I do. Where I’m from you gotta earn your keep.  I handle my businesses. Sometimes it's a little rough around the edges and I can be a loose cannon but I've figured out my calling.  Some people didn't realize my full potential and and some ignored it but I don't blame them because I don't know my full potential yet either. I just know that if I have a chance in life then I will take it, that's all.

That don’t got anything to do with my war stories, hustle or spitting. Besides Filthy Rich, not too many of my cats in America knew about my MC skills. On the real, they ain’t even know that when I went to Job Corps. I had just made it out of two wars and been a refugee for three years at that time when I went there.  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 scene that kept coming back like a fucking De Ja Vu. Music was a part of me but survival was my top priority.

You will never know what it’s like to wake up everyday for nearly ten years not knowing where your next meal's coming from, walking in the pouring West African rain with holes in your shoes and rags for clothing on your back, broke as hell with nowhere to go!

Trying to go to sleep in a hot ass room filled with mosquitoes every God damn night with no electricity - dead bodies on the side of the road where you walk to school 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, dietary aid, earning me a few dollars, taking night classes, chilling with my doggs in Franklin, hitting blunts and brews.

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've already been through the negative bullshit. Bullet wounds, knife wounds, a heavy conscience with nightmares, 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 can rise above the bullshit and find a way out for good. Now I’m just gonna let ya’ll see why I picked up what I picked up and why I did what I'm did.

I wanna write and publish ill ass books. I wanna put some classic movies out. Africa type shit that relates to this world but better yet, something that'll touch people's lives in a positive way and change wrong perception. Real life shit I've seen and been through. I want my music to last.

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 in New Jersey and I related to their struggle. I still go to Newark, Jersey City and East Orange and I see what the spot is like from Patterson to Trenton. I've lived in PA for a l'il 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 my thang, my way right now, you already know.

I know there’s a war on these streets too. 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've seen what I've 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, writing my books and taking care of my Foundation. MIGHT just start branching out. 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 and I came up from that then too. Right now I’m an author.  I used 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, deadbeat productions, BiteFirst, Thunder Dome, CJ, Lite it Up, First Fridays, Planet Africa, My Jersey, New York, Maryland, Phiily, VA, South Carolina and Cali goons... my ATL mugs,  my Toronto niggaz, Ottawa niggaz and my Edmonton niggaz, ya know who ya’ll is… my Freetown mugs, Gambia. Senegal, and my England cats.

 
Check out my product and let me know what the street is saying. You can find me on my blog (http://blog.freddywill.com), www.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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