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There was this guy's a limit for a 21-year-old that was talented and that everybody loved.

I'm Kevin Harris's dad. Okay, he's my son and he was named after me.

He was going to be a son-y like any other, even if he didn't go to church that day.

He was my wife. Kevin, trusting soul, maybe a little too much.

He'd say, why you gotta tell everybody I'm your son?

I say because I'm proud of you.

My best friend, my teammate, having him been able to watch a father take his son to the park with a ball, you know, for a while.

He was making a name for himself.

I heard where Brittany and Rihanna actually were interested in some of his material.

Kevin always had it. The beats were great.

I knew he was going to make it. Some people have that thing where it's like your relentless to a point where nothing can stop you.

The stuff that he was sending me was a lot of like an R&B feel mixed with pop. Pop in hip hop.

Church. Like gospel, like those chords.

A lot of things were happening too quickly.

Videos, camera shoots, ice cubes, crack.

And he went to that dog on studio that night.

And that happened.

Last day, and he kissed me on it on my left cheek.

He hugged me and he just held me and I said, what's wrong, Kevin?

And he said nothing, Mom.

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