The Widow's Son a.k.a Victorious was one of the best true life rappers on the east coast.Born into the soul consuming streets of Jesey City,Vic learned the rules of game early in life.The first rule being,that the rules don't mean shit if you're rich and powerful.Recognizing this sad but undisputed truth Vic made the acquisition of wealth the primary focus in his life.Not being born with a silver spoon in his mouth he turned to the only available resource for many like him;the streets."Life on the streets isn't easy.You're either predetor or you're prey...I refused to be prey". Through the window of his own heart Victorious developed a self awareness which led him to view the streets and all of the hidden hands that were reaping benefit from his suffering and the suffering of others in his same condition and the true unseen enemy. It was then that he began to look for a way to express what it was that he had come to see and understand so that others might be awakened to the reality of their own poor and desolate condition.With no college or poltical lecture circuts open to him he turned to the medium he knew best;the one he knew would not,and could not turn him down:the street. It was his love of the street and his hate for what the street was doing to his people that became the driving force behind the powerful vocalisims he was so noted for.His ability to paint a lyrical picture filled with the color of his own experience made his poetic rapture alluring,tantalizing and captivating.The manner in which he so vividly expressed the human condition within the negative parameters of the inner cities of America can only be described as genius. The Widow's Son is the voice pain and anguish.It is the voice of bitterness, of hurt and rejection...of hunger and anxiety and the sad state of unfullfillment that is born out of a sadistic condition of arrested potential and developement.It is the voice of the street.The street that has consumed his father leaving his mother alone...a widow. "I never had a father in the home with me...like most of the people I grew up with.It was just my mother.No man, no husband,no father.My father was a victim of the streets.That brother out there with that needle in his arm:that's my father.The one with the gun in his hand ,he's my father.That brother locked away in a prison cell,or dead in all of these cemeteries around here... he's my father.He's dead!So my mother is alone,the wife of a dead man... a widow; and I am her son".
