The Ghetto Poet was born in the Ghetto of Hattiesburg, Mississippi, which at that time was the third largest city in the state. I was exposed, at a very early age to Ghetto ways; eating, drinking, the blues, fussing, fighting, yelling, dancing, singing, sorrow, laughter, happiness along with prostitution and gambling. All of this happened between two corner churches on Mobile street, just pass the beer garden and dance hall where very loud live music was played. I could hardly sleep at night from listening to the blues. We then moved to the outskirts or country where my father became principal of the Springfield school. I was raised and educated in the country. There I learned country ways and also country talk. I then went to Morehouse college in Atlanta, Georgia and hung out on Auburn avenue and Hunter street, partying.