My name is Robert Davis. Im a business owner but Motivational speaking is where my heart is. I travel to different cities & States speaking to & encouraging audiences of all ages (male & female) to do greater things in life. No my story is not unusual but it's the details that make it unique.
I was born in the city of Jackson
in a neighborhood called Virden Addition. For most who know of it, I don't have to say that this was not a glamorous place to live.
As a matter of fact It's one of the worst communities in the state. Drugs, gangs & poverty are at every opening that leads into it. This year alone it has surpassed Chicago in the murder rate catergory. Violence is all individuals respect within its boundaries & from birth causing chaos is everyone's primary goal.
I grew up in the midst of all of this & fell victim to the negative lures of the street. My greatest asset against it was being blessed with a Godly Mother who cared about me.
It was bad but not having a POSITIVE male role model in my life canceled out any chance of me sticking to her plans. Yes, I loved my Mother & listened to her but I admired the streets.
I often look back on my life & ask "How did i ever stay alive on my own all those years"? To be honest I don't know how I made it.
Well, let me take that back. It was God keeping me that allowed me to survive not only my neighborhood but the entire city of Jackson. I compare my 15 year old son to me back then & say "he'd never make it on his own out there". It makes me so grateful to God.
I joined the gang at the age of 11 in a season where we had to shoot someone to become a member. While my Mother raised me in the church I ran away from home at the age of 12 & lived on the street until my adulthood.
My prayers were to die & be put out of my misery back then. Im glad God ignores some requests.
One reason why it didn't happen was because I was too fierce & terrified most of my enemies. I was a calloused young Man early in life. I can remember sleeping on the street, eating out of the garbage, & robbing grown Men who were my height (6'1) for what they had on when i wanted to change clothes.
During this time I went to every facility that would house a young Man under 18. I even went to different mental facilities that would accept me. I was diagnosed with "P.T.S.D" & "Agoraphobia". I would go back & visit church occasionally but i can clearly remember running out of service because the people clapping sounded like amplified gunshots.
It was crystal clear I was in no shape to be an example to anyone but lots of young men followed in my footsteps. They wanted to be just like me. I was notorious for violence.
I led plenty of young Men astray. You can ask most of them about me right now & they'll say "Killa B was one of the most serious individuals walking"!
It's nothing I'm proud of or wanna give the devil any glory for. Its just the truth & only the beginning of my story.
