By the age of ten, misguided, lost and abused, she is already on the verge of a breakdown. But she is no ordinary girl. Growing up in a city that has broken many before her, a city that seem to have keep out, one way and no outlet signs posted at every turn, the odds are stacked against Billie King. Poverty, drug addiction and dysfunction within the household often take center stage as the wild cards in her life, and yet, she is driven to pursue her artistic dreams. But the path getting there is anything but ordinary. She endues a bizarre relationship that would be considered sick in the minds of most, but even through her naivety, she see’s it as her safest place. With the endless running and hiding away from a terrifying father, once idolized, but now feared, the instability becomes the norm. And a mother, while risking her own sanity and even her life to save hers, she is constantly being endangered and derailed struggling to keep her balance. In the intimate details of this book, the author reveals the immense power that resides in a daughter’s unwavering love for her mother. And she proves that, with strength of will, resilience, and a dedication to her artistic destiny, all things are possible.
Billie King was born and raised in Compton, California, later moving to Los Angeles and has always been surrounded by entertainment. Living in a city were celebrities pass you on the street daily, and sit next to you in coffee shops, King’s fate was written in the stars. It was only a matter of time before she was bitten by the entertainment bug and entered the arena of music at a professional level.
By 1999, she was penning songs for some of R&B’s hottest acts. She went on to launch her own record label, earning a spot on Billboard’s Top 100, and receiving a couple of gold and platinum plaques. She has encountered, and been privileged to work with, many of the greatest talents in music. In addition to her own considerable talent, she has developed a strong business sense and networking capabilities invaluable to those around her.
Everyone expresses their pain, hurt and anger in different ways. When I'm low, I dig deep into my creativity. I go into a studio and damn there blow the speakers out. The dark bass lines, drums, claps and hi hats become my weapons of choice. They rip through me, killing any and all darkness. I step into the booth, my words begin to fill the holes; I'm renewed.
*I'm a Rap Artist*
I intend to go hard on my career this year. I need the distraction. Now I know why some artists write their biggest songs after heartbreak. The lyrics and melodies flow out of you like tears. Mine are hard, underground raps with dark bass lines, loud claps, and high hats. I’m angry and I can’t shed another tear. There are none left.