Where I’m from, I’ve seen people stabbed and die from petty things.
In secondary school my best friend had people telling him we’re gunna stab you. That’s when I started carrying a knife and told him “I’ve got your back”.
Later, we ran into those other boys and there was an altercation. I got thrown to the ground and my knife dropped to the floor.
School found out, I got kicked out, I got a criminal record.
But then things changed, I met James at a local support centre. He helped me write music and make beats. He taught me new skills, and a way to channel my feelings. For the first time I saw another path.
Every Friday became my challenge to better my music. I thought, I have something worth living for. Now I have opportunities, and doors opening for me. I have purpose.