My genre is Street Lit, but God willing I will write in many other genres in the future. I have written a three-book series so far and working on a stand-alone. Cut from the Cloth is the first book. Followed by Live by the Cloth and to end the series, you have Die by the Cloth. Though the books are hood thrillers there is a message in each and every one of them, mostly saying to people that choose to live the thug or gangster life, there can be better way to live your lives if you want it bad enough. Even though banging seemed cool at the time, nine out of ten people don’t farewell at the end of the day, and that’s a very high percentage especially for black gang members. 83% of blacks die or go to jail compared to white gang members, and 40% for Mexicans. I learned the hard way to never follow in another man’s footsteps. For me that’s what gang banging was personally. I made enemies of men for no reason. Other than a cloth they wore in their pockets, a flag that wasn’t my own. I know now that the only way to find your truth in life is to walk your own path and no one else’s.
I was raised in Los Angeles, south central, but I’ve lived in many places and hoods around the city. For me writing became my peace, salvation, and reason to go on, were there was none before. Thank you for taking the time out to view my books, they are meant to help never hinder. Hopefully, you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing it.
About Kinkaid's book
Cut and Shoot, Texas wasn't meant for black folk to live in, especially young Hue Jones. Hue was often warned never to approach or try to interact with the white folk from the small town he resided in, no matter what. Especially the ones from the other side of the river. He'd heard many stories about people who shared the same-colored skin as him being beaten severely just for looking in their direction, but he remembered one favor from his father, "Promise me that you will never do it, Son?" Those words echoed in Hue's mind repeatedly, all the while staring at the little white girl sitting on a swing waving for him to walk across the bridge to play with her with a big smile on her face. Hue had never witnessed such joy on the faces of the people he knew. But crossing over to experience what the little white girl was feeling could kill him if he was not careful.
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