"Have you ever wanted something so bad you was willing to crawl over bodies to get it? I mean, fiend for it so hard it didn't matter who you hurt, how low you had to scrape, it was gonna be yours? That's what music and balling did for me. They were the fundamentals behind my rise . . . and the perpetrators of my fall. They called me Harlem's black prince-a rising star who carried street dreams on his back. But the streets, ya know. They got a way...