Al Harris
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Al Harris

Fayetteville, Arkansas, United States

Fayetteville, Arkansas, United States
Band Hip Hop Gospel

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I've released a great amount of underground music which I've designed and handed out most of the time. I haven't released anything professionally.

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Greetings reader,

My name is Alexander James Harris Sr. I was born in Miami, Florida on the 23rd of September in 1984, but raised all over the world. My biological father went to prison when I was five or six, for selling drugs, until I was 12 or 13, and my mother married my stepfather, who was in the army. We lived in places such as Florida, Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, Germany, and Hawaii. Once my stepfather had left the military, we moved back to Key West, Florida where I graduated High School. I was an average student. I played high school football and basketball, both Junior Varsity and Varsity, but wasn’t big or attractive enough to the college recruiters and so, once I graduated High School, I went to Key West Community College where I dropped out after just one semester, feeling like school just wasn’t for me. I was known as a good kid before I dropped out but, that was only because I was one way sometime and at other times, another person. I was angry inside. I had a hit list in the eighth or ninth grade. My stepfather was a huge help but, something was still missing. I don’t know, maybe it was because he’s white and as you can see, I’m not, and so, Tupac Shakur and the Hot Boys were like my dad and brothers, although my stepfather is the only man that I can call daddy to this day. My true love became rap. I’d listened to rap since I was 12 and had begun to write lyrics at around the same time. Through rap, I expressed my pain but, it was still hidden. I rapped about violence in order to mask the pain of my biological father being gone, me seeing my mom abused, me being molested, me being disciplined in the wrong manner, the girl that I had given myself to as a Senior in High School not loving me because she was my first but, I wasn’t hers, and the list goes on. Point is I was angry. I was a college dropout and at one point, homeless for almost a year because my parents had moved to Arkansas and I had made the choice to stay in Key West due to interest in a girl. I slept in a friend’s trailer, a friend’s mother’s apartment, parks, sheds, trucks, back porches (once in a thunderstorm), and then, a two room apartment packed with 13 people. I smoked marijuana, sold marijuana, drank alcohol, delivered cocaine, sold crack rock once, and continued to grow worse as time went on. I had nothing. I lived like I was promised tomorrow. I competed with the boys in order to see who could take the most virgins. I took the virginity of five, lying to them and telling them that I loved them when really, I didn’t. I’m truly sorry and I’ve apologized and been forgiven by almost all of those girls. I fornicated like crazy with over 20 girls and it’s by the grace of God that I’m still disease free because sometimes, I didn’t use protection. Well, after High School, I had been arrested twice and set free by the grace of God, felony free. I was caught red handed, didn’t snitch, and wasn’t even asked about anyone else. They just let me go. You know that it’s the grace of God when you get caught with your boys inside of a vehicle that is carrying cocaine and the police stomp it into the ground and let you go. Well, moving back and forth from Jacksonville, Key West, and Miami, I only continued to do wrong. I stole out of stores, cars, and houses. Finally, after the police were involved in an issue at the apartment that I was staying in, my homeboy and I moved to Fayetteville, Arkansas. Unfortunately, I embraced trouble again. I continued smoking and drinking, selling drugs, sleeping around, joined a gang, and rapped about it. I was asking for trouble, in the club throwing up my Florida neighborhood along with gang signs. I dropped to a point where I felt that I could murder someone and have no remorse. I had begun to think of ways to murder and get away with it. I had even done dirt just so I could rap about it. My skills had grown with age, I would battle folks in the club and the bar would give me free alcohol. I had even been signed to a talent agency and there was a rumor that I was soon to be signed to a record label. I remember hearing Satan’s voice saying, “If you’re going to do this, then you need to be as evil as you can”. I took heed to his voice. I was spreading poisonous music while waiting to prove that I would use my weapon. Then I met Kiara, who is now my wife. The thing that stood out to me about her besides her looks was she was in church. Although her aunt forced her to go, Christ had made her different. She slowed me down concerning the streets but still, that wasn’t enough. I continued to sell drugs, get drunk, get high, and make bad music. What snatched my attention was when I was in Miami for my biological dad’s wedding and I had received a phone call saying that my little cousin D.J. Harris had died of a massive heart attack. He was only 16. He died playing basketball with his friends. He was a good kid. He was a Christian. He always smiled. I