Unashamed

Unashamed

by Lecrae Moore

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Unashamed by Lecrae Moore

If you live for people's acceptance, you'll die from their rejection.

Two-time Grammy winning rap artist, Lecrae, learned this lesson through more than his share of adversity—childhood abuse, drugs and alcoholism, a stint in rehab, an abortion, and an unsuccessful suicide attempt.

Along the way, Lecrae attained an unwavering faith in Jesus and began looking to God for affirmation. Now as a chart-topping industry anomaly, he has learned to ignore the haters and make peace with his craft. The rap artist holds nothing back as he divulges the most sensitive details of his life, answers his critics, shares intimate handwritten journal entries, and powerfully models how to be a Christian in a secular age.

This is the story of one man's journey to faith and freedom.

*Cover/Interior design by Alex Medina, photography by Mary Caroline Mann

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781433689123
Publisher: B&H Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/03/2016
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 95,601
Product dimensions: 5.70(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 3 Months to 18 Years

About the Author

Lecrae is a Grammy award winning hip-hop artist whose 2014 album, Anomaly, debuted at #1 on the Billboard Top 200, Rap, Digital, Christian, Gospel, and Independent charts. His seven studio albums and mixtapes have sold more than 1.5 million copies. Lecrae has been nominated for five Grammy Awards, including a win in 2013 for Best Gospel Album and Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance/Song in 2015, as well as won seven Dove Awards, secured one Billboard Music Award nomination, won two Soul Train Music Awards and a BET Hip Hop Awards nomination. Lecrae resides in Atlanta, Georgia with his wife and three children.

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CHAPTER 1

RED CARPET TREATMENT

I tried my best to fit in Looking for a suit to fit in Standing outside of your prison Trying to find ways I could get in Now I realize that I'm free And I realize that I'm me And I found out that I'm not alone Cause' there's plenty people like me That's right there's plenty people like me All love me, despite me And all unashamed and all unafraid to speak out for what we might see ... All outsiders like me.

Lecrae | "Outsiders" | Anomaly

The paparazzi's cameras were flashing, but their lenses were all pointed at someone else.

I was at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, attending the 2015 Grammy Awards ceremony. I'd been nominated for "Best Rap Performance" and was competing against the likes of Eminem, Drake, and Kendrick Lamar. I had already won two Grammys, but this was different.

Many people don't know that not all Grammy Awards are created equal. An unspoken hierarchy exists in many circles, and some categories are more respected than others. Within the music world, if you tell someone you won a Grammy, the first follow-up question is "Which category?" Though I'm grateful for my wins for "Best Gospel Album" and "Best Contemporary Christian Music Performance," as you might guess, some consider those closer to the bottom of the list than the top. But this nomination for "Best Rap Performance" had a different kind of significance. It told the world that an alternative voice with an alternative message was being considered among the biggest artists of our time. It said that the industry had finally recognized a new way of making hip-hop.

That's why I was so mad at myself when I arrived late to the red carpet after promising I'd get there early. It was a rookie mistake. The biggest stars show up just before show time, so all the younger and lesser-known artists know to arrive early to avoid competing with Katy Perry for interviews. Even a few minutes can make a difference between landing a blurb in Rolling Stone and hearing crickets.

When I stepped out of the car, I thought to myself, You are at the Grammys, man. I tried to just be in the moment and not look at the stands where fans were sitting and pointing and criticizing every fold and shade of fabric. There I was, taking a coveted walk and rubbing shoulders with John Legend, Kanye West, Chris Brown, and Meghan Trainor. It was difficult to believe that after all of the writing and rapping and refining and recording and touring and promoting and praying, I stood there.

But as it turned out, walking the red carpet at the 2015 Grammys was a more complicated affair than I had imagined. People kept passing on interviews, and some were painfully attempting to not even make eye contact with me.

"Hey, that reporter looks like they are trying to get my attention," I thought. "Wait ... no ... they are waving at Questlove."

When I reached the end of the carpet — you know, the place where artists stand in front of the Grammys backdrop and a crowd of photographers takes their picture — a security guard lowered his hand and asked me to wait. He waved Iggy Azalea around me. She smiled, and the cameras went crazy. When she finished, I started to proceed but the security guard stopped me again. He waved Rick Ross through.

This happened so many times I lost count. Wiz Khalifa and then Taylor Swift and then Keith Urban and then Ziggy Marley. Somewhere in the process my wife threw up her hands and left me to go sit down. For forty-five minutes I waited until the security guard finally raised his arm and waved me through.

I walked in front of the backdrop in my crisp tuxedo and shiny shoes, standing tall and proud as a nominee in a respected category. I gave them the best smile I had. And ... almost every journalist lowered their camera. Maybe five of the forty photographers took my picture, and I'm pretty sure those were snapped out of pity.

Some people say the red carpet is the best litmus test for how famous you are or how famous you're not. For how accepted you are or aren't. If this is true, the message was clear: I am not one of "them."

I started to get that feeling earlier in the day at Jay Z and Beyonce's "Roc Nation" party on a lawn tucked behind a Beverly Hills mansion. I'm kind of a people-watcher and also an introvert, so I made up my mind before arriving that I was going to sink back and mind my business.

The event was a whirlwind of hype and hustle. The smell of cigars and fancy French perfume filled the air while bartenders poured bottle after bottle of "Ace of Spades" champagne. Everyone was draped in borrowed jewelry and clothes made by designers that most people can't pronounce. Italian shoes, thousand-dollar jeans, tiny but noticeable logos on pockets and lapels. (Fashion is something of an art for musicians, so everyone tries to strike a balance between the brand being obvious, but downplayed.)

It quickly became clear that there were two classes of people. In the center of the yard was the first class: epic stars — Jay Z and Kanye and Nicki Minaj and Rihanna. They were sitting on couches under a gazebo with security surrounding them.

And around the gazebo was the second class: everyone else. These were people from the famous, to the famous-ish, to the hope-to-be famous. They were all talented and successful, but not part of the pantheon who exist in the stratosphere of super-celebrities. Many of them were hovering around the couches, pretending not to be mesmerized and hoping to get noticed.

After about twenty minutes of people watching, I snapped out of my daze and realized something: nobody had initiated a conversation with me. No one, that is, except for record executives who thought I could make them some money. I stood on the outside, barely part of the second group. While everyone else was congregating and high-fiving, I was just taking up space.

People who've only seen me perform might assume that I'm confident and that being ignored wouldn't bother me — but it does. There was actually a fight inside of me. Sure, I was turned off by the way it all felt a little like high school, with everyone trying to be one of the cool kids or at least friends with the cool kids. The only difference is that this is all happening with adults who know better. Everyone goes to the bathroom and gets nervous and has family drama. Everyone is no more or less human than anyone else. So the whole thing felt a little trivial and silly.

And yet, another part of me wanted to be there. To be a part of the in-crowd. To be liked and respected and noticed. Who doesn't want to be accepted? But I'm not — at least not in the same way.

You might assume I was an outsider because I was the "new kid" and people just didn't know who I was. But as record executives started introducing me to others, I discovered this was not true.

"I want you to meet Lecrae," the record executive would often say. "He's a Christian rapper."

"I know who you are," they would respond with a patronizing smile. "I'm familiar with your music."

The awkwardness would grow, and I could almost hear their thoughts: Can I cuss around him? Is he about to preach at me, or judge me if I drink this whole bottle of Cristal and stumble out of here? Maybe they don't know if they can be fully themselves around me. Or perhaps they don't think they would like the content of my music or the assumptions behind my music or the worldview I hold. Regardless, they don't want to know more. From that point on, it felt awkward. It was like I was marked.

This isn't the first time I've felt shunned because of people's preconceptions. A few years ago, for example, I was invited to attend a Sacramento Kings basketball team practice. I brought a bunch of my newly released Church Clothes mixtapes to give to anyone who was interested. When I was introduced, the person said, "Hey, y'all. We've got a Gospel rapper here who has some music if you want it."

No one picked up an album.

After getting into a conversation with one of the players, I asked him if he wanted some music. "Nah, man," he said, "I don't do Gospel rap. I don't want all those Bible verses and preaching." I tried to tell him my album wasn't like that — it addressed issues like fatherlessness and insecurity, things that non-religious people can relate to — but it didn't matter. He wouldn't touch it because of the way I was introduced.

Being an outspoken Christian in the music industry means always feeling out of place. It's like whatever you have accomplished is less credible because of your faith. You're in the circle, but you're not really in the circle. You fit in, but you don't really fit in. When you're standing next to people or sitting beside people, it's as if you're not really there.

This is one of the reasons I don't fully embrace the "Christian rapper" label. It isn't that I'm ashamed of being a Christian. I'm not. If someone asked me to renounce my faith or take a bullet in the brain, I'm dying that day. But labeling the music that way creates hurdles and is loaded down with baggage. Plus, it just isn't a true expression of the music I'm making. I try to produce music that is life-giving and inspires people to hope, but it isn't just for the super-religious. I want to address themes that people who aren't Christian can appreciate.

There was a time when I was making music that appealed only to those inside the church. But that day of exclusivity is long gone. My albums will always have my DNA in them, and I will always be a Christian, but I'm trying to do something different now. But for many who aren't familiar with me, this doesn't matter. I'm already marked as a Christian rapper, and maybe I always will be. As a result, whether I'm walking the red carpet or at a party or talking to professional athletes or even having a conversation at the barbershop, I'll always feel tension. I'll always be an outsider.

In nearly every interview I do with the media, people struggle to talk about my actual music. Instead, they want to know if I smoke or drink or cuss. They ask if I feel weird around non-Christians. They want to know if I'm trying to evangelize people. I'm like a caged animal that people want to observe, but they aren't sure how close they can get.

Once while on tour I was visiting a mainstream radio station in North Carolina, and a station operator informed me that they wouldn't air my music: "We really love your sound, but we just don't play Gospel here."

"It's not Gospel. It's hip-hop," I protested. "It's just that I am a Christian."

The guy couldn't wrap his head around it. He said they had a sister station that played Gospel, but they weren't interested in my music either because "church moms don't want to hear rap."

You don't have to be a rapper who is Christian to understand what I'm talking about. If you're a person of faith who works a regular job, or interacts with your neighbors, you have likely felt this tension. You've probably sensed it at parties, or office functions, or over coffee with non-religious friends. If you're a Christian and you have a pulse, you probably know what I'm describing.

It's like, you fit in, but you don't fully fit in. There is a sameness with those around you, but also a difference. You feel accepted by those around you, but not all the time or all the way. You may have gotten used to it, but it still raises important questions about what it means to be Christian in a world that assumes Christians are obnoxious. Or irrelevant. Or hypocritical. Or judgmental. Or ignorant. Or bigoted. Or any number of negative adjectives.

Looking back, it seems like God has been preparing me to navigate this space all of my life. Ever since I was a knucklehead kid stirring up trouble, I have always stuck out. I've been like people but not exactly like them. I've always been from a different place, a different perspective.

I was an artistic kid growing up in an urban culture that didn't know what to do with artists.

I was influenced by the gangstas in my family but didn't have the skill set or desire to follow suit.

I ended up with a theater scholarship to college but didn't fit in with the fine arts crew.

As my single mom and I moved from city to city, I never seemed to find my niche.

Every significant life event, every birthday was a reminder that I didn't fit in.

It's as if God had enrolled me in boot camp, and I wasn't even aware of it. It's like God knew that one day I'd need a little extra something to keep showing up when it felt awkward, to keep walking when no one noticed, to keep making music even though many dismiss it before even listening to it.

I didn't win the Grammy for "Best Rap Performance" that year, and I was surprisingly disappointed when my name wasn't called. But in retrospect, I think I received something that was more valuable: a reminder that part of being human — and especially being Christian — means not fitting in, and the only solution is learning to look to God for ultimate recognition.

As I've said in songs and speeches, if you live for people's acceptance, you'll die from their rejection. This belief has made it possible to keep doing what I do and keep being who I am, unashamed.

My name is Lecrae.
CHAPTER 2

DADDY ISSUES

Dear Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky, Before the Lord get me I gotta say something quickly I grew up empty since my daddy wasn't with me, shoot, I wasn't picky I'd take any male figure You stepped in at the right time ... I just wanna be like you, Walk like, talk like, even think like you The only one I could look to, You're teaching me to be just like you

Lecrae | "Just Like You" | Rehab

"Somebody get the doctor in here."

A nurse shouts down a hallway at Houston's Harris County Hospital. She rushes back into the room and tries to calm a screaming woman who is drenched with sweat and gripping the bedside in pain. It's just past 1:30 in the afternoon on October 9. The physician finally arrives, and a handful of heaves and grunts later, a 7-pound-1-ounce baby with a stack of black hair running down the center of his head takes a first breath.

Cradling the child in her arms, the woman looked into the eyes of her new son, Lecrae Devaughn Moore.

And so my story began.

My mom, who goes by the nickname "Tut," had unexpectedly gotten pregnant when she was only twenty-three. She had already broken up with my dad. The two knew they were young and immature, but they decided to get married anyway. That's just what people did in those days under such circumstances.

But my parents' biggest problems didn't stem from their ages; they resulted from my father's abusive personality. He was using drugs and drinking heavily. His unpredictable temper combined with her fiery disposition made for an explosive situation — not one conducive to raising an infant. My mom knew he was one bad trip away from getting really ugly. Before I even reached my first birthday, my mom snatched me up and escaped. I became a fatherless child before I could even pronounce the word daddy.

Raising me by herself meant struggling to make ends meet. Between the occasional government assistance and my mom's multiple jobs, we never lacked basic necessities. We always had food on the table. It may have been liver, cheap meat, and government cheese, but the table was never bare. Even if our clothes came from Goodwill, we were never without shoes or shirts. As a result, I didn't realize I lacked the financial means other children had. I knew we didn't have as much as some kids in my school, but I assumed we were like a lot of other normal people.

By elementary school I had left Houston and moved to Denver's Park Hill neighborhood, but things barely improved. Poorer communities in Colorado aren't as bad as hoods in other parts of the country, but they aren't vacation destinations either. Crime was common, and drugs were everywhere. We may or may not have had weed growing in our backyard, and my babysitter may or may not have cooked crack in her kitchen. (Before the "war on drugs," these sorts of things were more common.)

Whatever I lacked in terms of financial resources, I made up for with machismo. In first grade, when most children learn basic addition and subtraction, I knocked a kid's tooth right out of his mouth. In fourth grade, when kids are experimenting with the scientific method, I was formally (but incorrectly) accused by my school administration of gang activity.

Part of my bravado was a way to hide the nagging feelings of insignificance as a young kid. My mother and my aunts tried their best to encourage me and tell me they believed in me, but the unspoken forces in the world made me feel like "less than." Even though I wrestled with self-esteem and a lack of identity, I couldn't articulate it. And when I did, others didn't seem to care. So I began to believe that my problems and pain weren't important, that I should keep these thoughts bottled up, which only worked until the anger built up and spilled over onto those around me.

(Continues…)



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Table of Contents

0 Red Carpet Treatment 01

1 Daddy Issues 11

2 Nowhere to Run 25

3 A Fragmented Life 37

4 Lost Man on Campus 61

5 Take Me As I Am 75

6 Who Am I Foolin'? 89

7 Welcome to Rehab 107

8 Confessions of a Christian Rapper 123

9 Memphis Moment 143

10 Kicking Down Hell's Door 161

11 The Outsiders 179

God's Poetry 189

Acknowledgments 197

About Lecrae 201

Notes 203

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Sarah Connatser More than 1 year ago
It was an honor to read Unashamed and I will never be able to shake Lecrae's story. When you are invited into someone's story of pain and redemption, there comes with it a responsibility to listen intently, learn from experiences different than your own, and grow in compassion and respect for others. And then there is a choice to walk away and live a little bit differently than you did before. Unashamed can truly be life changing. The honesty displayed throughout Unashamed reveals the importance of having mentors and examples to look up to, being encouraged in your creativity, standing firm in your convictions and callings, living in grace, and having a Biblical worldview. Unashamed is very well written and beautifully points to Jesus. It deals with hard issues Lecrae has faced throughout his life, but it is worth reading through the days of darkness in order to appreciate the beauty and hope found in redemption.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think this book needs to be read. It tells a great story about Lecraes life, and how he made it through his hard, and troubled life. I love him and his music!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Every page I turn in this book, I always feel like I traveled back in time to see Lecrae's life. The transparency on Unashamed is marvelous and awesome! I recommend this book for those who never had a father in their lives and those who want to be accepted by people. Lecrae tackles every issue he went through and relates it back to the reader. Its almost like he's talking to you. I know that's how I felt. Overall, Lecrae published a gem in the world of reading. I thank God for men like Lecrae that have intense testimonies and God still brings them out of iniquity. When you buy this book, you're going to look at Lecrae differently, in a great way! Thank you for this book Lecrae! God bless you and the readers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im soo xited to see him at creation :) i saw him at his higher learning tour it was awesome !!!! He is an awesome man i greatly admire him
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Round of applause. Round of applause. Congratulations, you beat them odds.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a must read.
MaeLeta More than 1 year ago
AMAZING!!!!! A raw picture on the artist I have listened to for a while now. He opens up to tell his story about his struggle of growing up, facing the streets, being a teen, being a male without a father figure, becoming a rapper and a Christian; as well as, his struggle as being taken serious with his message by non-Christians and Christians alike. I don't know anyone who couldn't relate to his story on some level. Even if you are not a Christian or not a inner city kid his life story depicts the struggles that a lot of youth have to go through in todays world. As I was reading it I saw the kids I work with, the kids I encounter in the community, and even myself in some area's. I suggest this read for anyone and everyone!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am very impressed with this book. I feel this book is very relatable to todays world. This books talks about real issues that many people are afraid to deal with or admit to. I did not expect Lecrae to be so forthcoming with his past and his struggles. It makes him seem very human with how he addresses his real issues.