A few Tricks up his sleeve

 

Finding out what makes rapper tick

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By Madeleine Marr

We caught up with Miami celebrity author Peter Bailey about his first book Magic City: Trials Of A Native Son (MTV Books/Pocket Books). Bailey is currently a correspondent for NBC6 Miami nightlife blog Niteside. Why did you decide to write the book? Over the years spent writing about Miami's inner city I was hoping to pen the definitive story of black Miami, because I felt its voice was non-existent. In some idealistic wishing upon a star I hoped to capture the first glimpse of Miami across the bridge in literature. So when Trick got wind of my work and asked me to pen his story, it was a dream come true because no one represents the soul of Miami's "other side" and no one loves, breathes and believes in the community more than Trick. The Trick Daddy that pops up in news reports is unfamiliar to me. I've seen Trick put money on the books of friends of his that's been incarcerated since 1985, serving life sentences. Trick's hard exterior is rivaled by his love for kids. It's not a gimmick. He really has an affinity to kids. I think it's because he feels his was robbed due to poverty and incarceration. At his toy drives he cooks and buys all the food out of his own pocket. Oh yeah, he's obsessed with Matlock. Go figure. Did you have some crazy times together? There were plenty. With all of Trick's success, he's still kept the same friends he began with from childhood. That means many of them are still in the streets, literally in "the streets". I went to interview one of his closest friends, who told me he couldn't take time off from the trap house (dope hole). So I had to go interview him in the dope hole. I arrived at the boarded house. There were about ten guys inside, all toting assault rifles, playing Ultimate Fighting Championship: Throwdown for PS2. The dope boy's grandmother, probably in her late '70s was posted on a chair on the curb as the look out. She directed the addicts to a crack in the window and sung a hymn when cops drove by. So between interviewing, he took breaks serving crack rock hand to hand. There was one time someone shot up the house of someone I was interviewing. We dropped on the floor. My interviewee grabbed his pistol and sped out in his Chevy Caprice. Thus ending my interview. How was the experience overall? I wanted you to live, breathe and experience the life of an uncompromising O.G. hip hop legend, a man with a great heart and soul but struggling to subdue past demons in order to lay a positive foundation for his kids and future generation. Trick's success is at times often bittersweet. Many of his friends have been vanquished by violence or incarceration. Imagine trying to savor a moment with chaos all around. I must also admit that Trick's health worried me. Did you get close? I spent months immersed in his crew. The only way for me to give justice to Trick's story was to see the world in shades of gray. Totally, strip myself of judgmental thinking, accept and respect Trick for exactly who he is. Some say we got to close, but I can live with that. He was serving his life to me on a platter, I had to serve him mines as well. I think readers will sense that this is truly Trick Daddy when reading Magic City.

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