In May 2005, my life was altered drastically. We take for granted the simple words such as 'I love you,' but I appreciate them all.

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

My life needed to be saved. Not just Foxy. That's my character. That's my work. Inga is a person.

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

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.