I was falsely arrested twice, slandered and defamed.

I came out even with all the struggles I endured on Rikers Island.

I love Harlem, it's like a second home to me.

I've never stabbed, hurt, killed, stolen, anything, but I went to jail for a year. What is that? My pastor said to me the fact that I'm not living under a bridge as a crazy woman, talking to myself, is amazing.

I am racing to the studio the moment that God affords me the opportunity to hear again.

I'm willing to do whatever I need to do to change.