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"Who Cares What The Press Thinks"

We aren't really concerned what the press thinks of us. We thought it would be better for you to hear what the "people" are saying.

Hello Patrick,


My name is Jamie. I came up to
you after your show at Peabody's (a club in downtown Cleveland).
I bought your cd. Rap is not my type of music. I'm more of a punk/rockkind of person. But
your music I like.. I was getting really bored of the music other groups were doing until you stepped onto the stage.
Your music really spoke to me. It caught my attention. When I got home I listened to your cd and it's just wow awesome. Great music. I'm a christian myself. Lately I
have been slipping away from
God. After I lost my father in December, I slowly started to slip into a dark place. Tonight when I heard your music, it opened my eyes and your music pulled me away from the dark and back into the light. I just wanted to say thank you. Your music means a lot to me. Please let me know when you have a new cd out..

Jamie (Cleveland, Ohio)


Hi Patrick ,

This Shannon from Inala , I hope you still remember me I am just writing to you to say that I am fine and I can't stop listening to that CD I purchased from you at church. It gets me thinking when I hear the lyrics and how much you are gratetful for what God has done to help you in your troubled life that you have had. I too have lots of problems, and to hear your songs and the life you had problems with , made me think that if God heard you and helped you through your difficult times , I can to try to work hard and worship more and be successful just as you have become.

Shannon (Inala, Australia)

Patrick,

I am so happy to see what you are doing with your life. I remember our talks and you influenced my life
more then you will ever know. I never forgot about you, not one week. I wanted to take the chance to say something I never got to say as a kid. Thank you, thanks for telling me the Word,and that Jesus
loves me, I was more lost then, then you will ever know. It truly saved my life and thanks for caring
when no one else did to take the time to tell a punk kid that Jesus loves him and there is something
better for me.

Tim (Ohio)

Yo,

I came across your songs download.com, and it hit me. I hit a brick wall in life recently, was left screaming for help and received in a way that I never expected. I feel your music unlike I've felt any in a long time. I want to know where I could cop your whole cd..

Mike (Michigan)

Patrick,

You helped me a lot, thanks. I still listen to the cds you sent me and I watched the DVD the other day. Things are going a lot better. I'm
getting closer to God. I really like your music and that you do it for God, that's why I support you. Besides you helped me get through all that stuff I was
going through..

Becky (California)

- We The People


Discography

Toured extensively through out U.S.A.
and coming up on his 3rd tour in Australia.

2000 - "Backdraft"
2003/2004 - "Till My Last Breath"
2004/2005 - "Real Music Compilation"
2005/2006 - "Wake Up"
2007/2008 - "Erasing The Revelation"
2007/2008 - "Dead Serious (DVD)
2008 - Video Messages (DVD)

For more info, video, music
and extras log on to:

WWW.PATRICKDAVIS.NET
MYSPACE.COM/PATRICKDAVIS
PATRICK@PATRICKDAVIS.NET

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www.patrickdavis.net
myspace.com/patrickdavis
patrick@patrickdavis.net
1-216-323-4542

"You came to my church tonight at Bridgeman Downs in Brisbane Australia, and your message spoke to me in so many ways. I came up and thanked you afterward but I wanted to say thank you again as when Jesus spoke through you tonight it changed my life forever. It took away pain I have felt for as long as i can remember. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

-Heidi (Australia)

MY STORY

If you would've told me when I was a kid, that I would be in and and out of prison, overdose on drugs to the point of being comatose for three days and see my brother get murdered all before the age of 19, I would've never believed you. No one could point me out on the playground from all the other kids, and know the monster I would one day become. How does a boy go from playing little league baseball, to stealing cars, selling crack cocaine, robbery with a firearm, and kidnapping 5 people?

I can't say I remember a certain time when things changed. Some people say you are a product of your environment. To an extent, I agree with that. But, I think a lot of things contributed to my downfall. My father leaving the five of us. The abuse, the desire as a kid for acceptance but never receiving it . I never would've imagined one day I would be facing 45 years in prison for aggravated robbery with a gun, and five counts of kidnapping.

As I sat there in my cell, awaiting my trial, I starting thinking about everything I had been through. The time we broke into the wrong car, to see a guy come out with a 9mm in his boxers trying to blow my head off. I'll never forget the day we took those hits of L.S.D., and waking up three days later to find out my heart almost exploded and I was in a coma. Or how about the time, we were pushing crack on someone elses turf, and the rival dealer running us off the road and getting thrown through the windshield. It was all funny back then.

Smoking weed until we passed out, only to wake up and do it again. The years passed by without me never even knowing it. It seemed like at one point there were so many people who wanted to kill me, I didn't know how much longer I would live. Sleeping with a gun, the paranoid feelings followed me everywhere. One day a car load of rival dealers drove down my street with all of their guns pointed at me. I was certain that day was going to be my last. Then the incarceration, how did I manage to always escape serious time? Suddenly, the sound of a key in my cell door brang me back to reality.

It was a C.O. (Corrections Officer or Guard), "Patrick, I've got some bad news for you." I almost had to stop from laughing. Wait a minute, you've got some bad news for me? Let's see, I'm about to do 45 years in the penintentiary, how much worse can it get. "Your brother, Larry, was stabbed to death last night in downtown Cleveland".. It's like everything was in slow motion. I saw his mouth move, I heard the sounds, but it took a minute for it to register. So while facing 45 years, I find out my brother, Larry, was dead. Immediately, I went into an animalistic rage. I started throwing chairs, it took about 10 guards to get me in my cell. I never saw him get buried, never went to the funeral, I spent the next month in solitary confinement. The guy who killed my brother, never went to jail, and today he is a police officer. Is it jus-tice or just-us?

I never would've imagine what would happen next. After three and a half years, I was released from prison. Not 45 years, after three and a half years. Something happened in solitary confinement, that words will never be able to adequately convey. I had an encounter with the Creator of the Universe. Jesus Christ, revealed Himself to me in a way I never dreamed was possible. It was purely supernatural. From that moment I was forever changed, and miraculous things started happening almost immediately.

Writing was something I used to do to relieve stress in prison. I never had a dream to be a musician. It was theraputic to me, like a release. I never would've believed that only 10 years from the day my brother died, I would be writing this and things would be the way they are now. I've had the priveledge to travel the United States, and other countries to share my music with people. People like me. The broken, the lost, the outcasts, the rejected and forgotten, the imprisoned, the addicts, the upper class and the lower class. Who would've thought that one day someone in the United Kingdom would buy my record, or someone in Sri Lanka would be inspired by one of my songs. Or that Australia would welcome me to do a month long tour. Who was I? Just a kid from the streets of Cleveland that society had written off as a lost cause..

Who am I? I am the rose that grew from concrete. I am a survivor of the cruel streets of south-east Cleveland. I am someone who has sha