Meshach Jackson`s truth:
All of my childhood friends had criminal records.
We lived together in the house my parents built for them.
They were lost, rejected, abused – until they found my family.
I never knew not knowing them.
Louisiana gave me the weeping open eyes of life.
Texas brought me the struggle and shame of becoming a man.
New York was my home the moment I saw her.
Nashville stretched out her arms to welcome me, though I didn’t want her.
Music, and the Heavenly sound of Gospel choirs and soulful preachers, through it all, has been… mine.
Listen to Hopeless