“In 2006 when I slid up north to Canada everyone was like “what?!” I use to rap from way back in the days but I didn't really get into it professionally until 2006. Right now, I'm getting ready to release my third album titled "DARK HORSE FROM ROMARONG... a city of kings" and my second book titled, "THE DARK ROAD FROM ROMARONG" on October 10th 2010.  The way I see it, there is no point trying to beat the best rapper. I just wonna touch people's lives with my music now. I'm working as much as possible to become one of the best musicians of all time.

This time around, I will be putting it down in the 'Krio' language of Sierra Leone. Many people always use to tell me I have a lot of talents,. So wondered if I had forgotten my West African rots. But I guess no one expected me to be this determined to explore with talents. The funny part is after getting some money, switching through a few cars and the cribs, your boy is still hungry. People are beginning to notice when I do my thang.

Where I’m from you gotta earn your keep and earn your respect with hard work and acuracy.  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 don't realize my full potential and some ignore it when they notice but I don't blame them because I don't know my full potential yet either. I just know I have a chance in life and I am taking it, that's all.

That don’t have anything to do with war stories, hustling or being a gangsta. Besides Filthy Rich, back in the days, not too many of my friends in America even knew about my MC skills. On the real, they ain’t even know about 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 so it was different.  For damn sure, all I wanted to do once I was out, was to experience life. I was finally free from extreme poverty. 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 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 to be where I'm at now is a miracle? Now that’s the shit!

First I got me one of those kitchen jobs, dietary aide, earning me a few dollars, taking night classes, chilling with my doggs in Franklin, hitting blunts and brews. That's how I started.

 
Scooping up honeys from around the way? That made me feel like I was finally living life. Don’t get me wrong, hustling while trying to maintain a steady job was a 'bitch'. The system kept taking me for everything I made, my license was on the meat wagon all of a sudden but it sure was better than running round 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 not 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. Through songs and through art.

I wanna write and publish ill ass books. I wanna put some movies classic movies. Africa type shit that people could relate to and better yet, something that'll touch people's lives in a positive way and change their perceptions. 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 too.

I’m doing my thang, my way right now, you already know.

There’s a war going on out 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'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, a musician, so I’d make up the melodies and spit raps about this 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 into more creative things. Held down jobs before and came up there so this is just another mind over matter situation.

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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