My Name is Robert Moore.
December 19, 2005.
I was 23 years old when the cast iron door shut behind me.
I’d ben locked up before, but this was different. This time I knew I was done with the streets.
Months earlier I had shot and killed a man who came into my house unannounced. It was at that point, while I was sitting in jail, that I remember the Lord began to deal with me. If you are not affiliated with a gang you are considered nothing.