Still I Rise

Before the needle, before the streets, before the thirty-three trips to rehab, there was a three-year-old boy who was run over by a drunk driver. That boy was me. My story didn't start with a choice; it started with a lifetime of pain.*Still I Rise* is my unapologetic street sermon, preached from the pulpit of rock bottom. It's a story of how a doctor's prescription for pain became a decade-long d...