Prolog. Abdruck erfolgt mit freundlicher Genehmigung der Rechteinhaber. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Still another obstacle in the way of Sal's dream was the scene, the San Francisco rap scene. It was highly competitive, it was violent, and it was sometimes dangerous. Like the last rap battle Sal took part in. It ended in chaos. The judges had just announced the winner and were handing over the prize money when one of the other rappers came onto the stage, shouted that he was the real winner, grabbed the money and started to run off. Someone stopped him before he got far. But after that, fighting broke out and fists and chairs flew until the police came.
Sal himself was no friend of violence but he was enough of a realist to face the fact that violence was part of the rap scene. He was aware of the danger and it sometimes frightened him, but he knew there was no way around it. Taking part in rap battles was the ladder to success. You had to climb that ladder to get to the top.
To his mother, rap battles were just that - battles. Every time she heard about violence at rap battles she got all upset and started on Sal again. He shouldn't take part in those awful contests. He could get killed. Why couldn't he do something that wasn't so dangerous?
Sal felt like walking away when she started talking like that, but he forced himself to stay and listen. It was his way of showing her that he took her fears for him seriously.
When he finally got a chance to speak, he told her that he hated violence and kept away from it wherever possible.
These talks always ended the same: with his mother repeating her warnings and Sal promising to be even more careful in the future.