You know, my uncle wore a lot of jewelry, a lot of gold chains.

To me, I'm the epitome of what a ghetto child is: I was raised by a single parent; I stayed in apartments my whole life; I don't think I've ever cut the grass.

People know I work hard.

I had incorrectly, for all of my adult life until 2008, believed the biggest voting myth that exists - that ex-felons cannot vote.

In my 8th grade yearbook picture I had on 2 chains.

As I said, I spent most of my adult life thinking I didn't have a vote, and therefore that what I thought didn't matter.

My pop did a little time.