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  • Government Name: Kenneth Thompson
  • Register Number: 62502-066
  • Age:32
  • Time Served:9 yrs
  • Home Town:North Philadelphia, PA
  • Sentence:20 yrs.
  • Current Charge:Possession (61 kilograms) with intent to Deliver
  • Alias:Ken-Roc
  • Release Date:2024
  • Prison Affiliation:N/A
  • Circle of Influence:Emanuel Jones
  • Institution:FCI McKean
  • Our trials may be heavy and extremely hard to endure but, surely as long as we remain patient and continue to worship God in the proper fashion, our reward will be even greater.
  • Beautiful Black Women: I Apologize

    I apologize for being missing in action for so long. I have been busy though, and I am on a mission as well. I am finishing up my certification for Life Coaching, as well as being certified as an Offender Workforce Development Specialist. I am also facilitating a nonprofit class, an African American history class, and a few other cognitive behavior awareness classes. Currently, I am on the waiting list for clemency, not many days left so who knows how the cookie will crumble. Besides... READ MORE

  • Mujahid: The Story of a Struggling Soul

    His skin was dark, almost as black as the moonless sky of an Alabama night. The first time I saw him my skin tingled with fear. My heart pumped fast. I grew weak. My wide blue eyes took in a sight they had never seen before- Mujahid. He stuck out his hand out for me to shake, only then did I realize that I was awestruck and it may have been ruder than I had ever intended it to be. “Oh, hi, I’m Ann” I shook his rough hand, “Ann Mitchell.” Mujahid’s eyes were... READ MORE

  • Only Time Will Tell

    I am supposed to be broke, angry, depressed, hopeless, and worthless to my family, my community and my surroundings. I am young. I am black. I am Muslim. I am a convict. For damn near ten years now, I’ve been sleeping on bunks, checking the mail list, reminiscing, missing my loved ones, and continuing to dream BIG. In these years I have come to realize that visionaries are envied, doers are doubted and self-confidence is always hated by those who lack the will, the drive and passion to... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 4)

    The final part of “The Decisions of Dink” a short story set in North Philly, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. Click here to read Part 3. This morning I was not afforded the opportunity to hear Keyshia Cole’s voice booming from the middle room of my mom’s house. Today, I could only remember the way Jazz would put her hand on her hip, shift her weight to her left leg, roll her eyes, and suck her teeth. Today, my twin sister is nothing more than a mere... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 3)

    Part 3 of the short story “The Decisions of Dink, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. It gets real outside a North Philly high school. If you missed it, click here to read Part 2. The school bell rang, and the entire student body poured out onto the cracked sidewalks surrounding the school. Outside were parked cars with dark tinted windows, blasting that new Jeezy, Meek and Kendrick Lamar. The sun was steaming from up above. The day was a blessing meant to be... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 2)

    Part Two of the short story “The Decisions of Dink” set in North Philly and written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. If you missed Part One, read it here. “Aye Dink,” Nila eased herself in front of me, “I know you got my hit on the Gram,” she looked into my eyes, causing me to give her a smile. “Yeah, I got it, but what’s up with you and Black?” “Aint nothing up with me and him. He want to get with me, but I aint feeling that... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 1)

    The first installment of a short story set in North Philly about the adventures and decisions of Dink, written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. It started off a regular Friday morning with Keyshia Cole’s “Sent From Heaven” blasting out of my sister Jazz’s stereo as she held up the bathroom for forty-five minutes. The same as she did every school day. I, on the other hand, popped in Meek Mills and let his voice bang through my speakers while I checked the Gram to... READ MORE

  • The Love Was Real

    I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blastin’ Donny Hathaway Me and my niggas spendin’ half the day Plottin’, how we gon’ get this math today without gettin’ blast away – Jay-Z  “This Life Forever” These Jay-Z lyrics were once the plots of my days, the rhythm of my nights and the soundtrack of my life. Me and my homies was all I knew and all I cared about. I blew my hands in the cold weather of the... READ MORE

  • Kenneth “Ken-Roc” Thompson

    Ken-Roc is the name which most know me by, but Kenneth Maurice Thompson is the name which decorates my school records, birth certificate and numerous criminal documents. I am a thirty-two-year-old North Philadelphia native who is currently in the thick of serving a 240 month sentence in Federal Correctional Institution McKean after being found guilty of possessing with intent to deliver sixty-one kilograms of cocaine. I am also the father of three boys who are my motivation and joy–... READ MORE

  • Beautiful Black Women: I Apologize

    I apologize for being missing in action for so long. I have been busy though, and I am on a mission as well. I am finishing up my certification for Life Coaching, as well as being certified as an Offender Workforce Development Specialist. I am also facilitating a nonprofit class, an African American history class, and a few other cognitive behavior awareness classes. Currently, I am on the waiting list for clemency, not many days left so who knows how the cookie will crumble. Besides... READ MORE

  • Mujahid: The Story of a Struggling Soul

    His skin was dark, almost as black as the moonless sky of an Alabama night. The first time I saw him my skin tingled with fear. My heart pumped fast. I grew weak. My wide blue eyes took in a sight they had never seen before- Mujahid. He stuck out his hand out for me to shake, only then did I realize that I was awestruck and it may have been ruder than I had ever intended it to be. “Oh, hi, I’m Ann” I shook his rough hand, “Ann Mitchell.” Mujahid’s eyes were... READ MORE

  • Only Time Will Tell

    I am supposed to be broke, angry, depressed, hopeless, and worthless to my family, my community and my surroundings. I am young. I am black. I am Muslim. I am a convict. For damn near ten years now, I’ve been sleeping on bunks, checking the mail list, reminiscing, missing my loved ones, and continuing to dream BIG. In these years I have come to realize that visionaries are envied, doers are doubted and self-confidence is always hated by those who lack the will, the drive and passion to... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 4)

    The final part of “The Decisions of Dink” a short story set in North Philly, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. Click here to read Part 3. This morning I was not afforded the opportunity to hear Keyshia Cole’s voice booming from the middle room of my mom’s house. Today, I could only remember the way Jazz would put her hand on her hip, shift her weight to her left leg, roll her eyes, and suck her teeth. Today, my twin sister is nothing more than a mere... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 3)

    Part 3 of the short story “The Decisions of Dink, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. It gets real outside a North Philly high school. If you missed it, click here to read Part 2. The school bell rang, and the entire student body poured out onto the cracked sidewalks surrounding the school. Outside were parked cars with dark tinted windows, blasting that new Jeezy, Meek and Kendrick Lamar. The sun was steaming from up above. The day was a blessing meant to be... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 2)

    Part Two of the short story “The Decisions of Dink” set in North Philly and written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. If you missed Part One, read it here. “Aye Dink,” Nila eased herself in front of me, “I know you got my hit on the Gram,” she looked into my eyes, causing me to give her a smile. “Yeah, I got it, but what’s up with you and Black?” “Aint nothing up with me and him. He want to get with me, but I aint feeling that... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 1)

    The first installment of a short story set in North Philly about the adventures and decisions of Dink, written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. It started off a regular Friday morning with Keyshia Cole’s “Sent From Heaven” blasting out of my sister Jazz’s stereo as she held up the bathroom for forty-five minutes. The same as she did every school day. I, on the other hand, popped in Meek Mills and let his voice bang through my speakers while I checked the Gram to... READ MORE

  • The Love Was Real

    I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blastin’ Donny Hathaway Me and my niggas spendin’ half the day Plottin’, how we gon’ get this math today without gettin’ blast away – Jay-Z  “This Life Forever” These Jay-Z lyrics were once the plots of my days, the rhythm of my nights and the soundtrack of my life. Me and my homies was all I knew and all I cared about. I blew my hands in the cold weather of the... READ MORE

  • Kenneth “Ken-Roc” Thompson

    Ken-Roc is the name which most know me by, but Kenneth Maurice Thompson is the name which decorates my school records, birth certificate and numerous criminal documents. I am a thirty-two-year-old North Philadelphia native who is currently in the thick of serving a 240 month sentence in Federal Correctional Institution McKean after being found guilty of possessing with intent to deliver sixty-one kilograms of cocaine. I am also the father of three boys who are my motivation and joy–... READ MORE

  • Beautiful Black Women: I Apologize

    I apologize for being missing in action for so long. I have been busy though, and I am on a mission as well. I am finishing up my certification for Life Coaching, as well as being certified as an Offender Workforce Development Specialist. I am also facilitating a nonprofit class, an African American history class, and a few other cognitive behavior awareness classes. Currently, I am on the waiting list for clemency, not many days left so who knows how the cookie will crumble. Besides... READ MORE

  • Mujahid: The Story of a Struggling Soul

    His skin was dark, almost as black as the moonless sky of an Alabama night. The first time I saw him my skin tingled with fear. My heart pumped fast. I grew weak. My wide blue eyes took in a sight they had never seen before- Mujahid. He stuck out his hand out for me to shake, only then did I realize that I was awestruck and it may have been ruder than I had ever intended it to be. “Oh, hi, I’m Ann” I shook his rough hand, “Ann Mitchell.” Mujahid’s eyes were... READ MORE

  • Only Time Will Tell

    I am supposed to be broke, angry, depressed, hopeless, and worthless to my family, my community and my surroundings. I am young. I am black. I am Muslim. I am a convict. For damn near ten years now, I’ve been sleeping on bunks, checking the mail list, reminiscing, missing my loved ones, and continuing to dream BIG. In these years I have come to realize that visionaries are envied, doers are doubted and self-confidence is always hated by those who lack the will, the drive and passion to... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 4)

    The final part of “The Decisions of Dink” a short story set in North Philly, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. Click here to read Part 3. This morning I was not afforded the opportunity to hear Keyshia Cole’s voice booming from the middle room of my mom’s house. Today, I could only remember the way Jazz would put her hand on her hip, shift her weight to her left leg, roll her eyes, and suck her teeth. Today, my twin sister is nothing more than a mere... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 3)

    Part 3 of the short story “The Decisions of Dink, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. It gets real outside a North Philly high school. If you missed it, click here to read Part 2. The school bell rang, and the entire student body poured out onto the cracked sidewalks surrounding the school. Outside were parked cars with dark tinted windows, blasting that new Jeezy, Meek and Kendrick Lamar. The sun was steaming from up above. The day was a blessing meant to be... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 2)

    Part Two of the short story “The Decisions of Dink” set in North Philly and written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. If you missed Part One, read it here. “Aye Dink,” Nila eased herself in front of me, “I know you got my hit on the Gram,” she looked into my eyes, causing me to give her a smile. “Yeah, I got it, but what’s up with you and Black?” “Aint nothing up with me and him. He want to get with me, but I aint feeling that... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 1)

    The first installment of a short story set in North Philly about the adventures and decisions of Dink, written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. It started off a regular Friday morning with Keyshia Cole’s “Sent From Heaven” blasting out of my sister Jazz’s stereo as she held up the bathroom for forty-five minutes. The same as she did every school day. I, on the other hand, popped in Meek Mills and let his voice bang through my speakers while I checked the Gram to... READ MORE

  • The Love Was Real

    I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blastin’ Donny Hathaway Me and my niggas spendin’ half the day Plottin’, how we gon’ get this math today without gettin’ blast away – Jay-Z  “This Life Forever” These Jay-Z lyrics were once the plots of my days, the rhythm of my nights and the soundtrack of my life. Me and my homies was all I knew and all I cared about. I blew my hands in the cold weather of the... READ MORE

  • Kenneth “Ken-Roc” Thompson

    Ken-Roc is the name which most know me by, but Kenneth Maurice Thompson is the name which decorates my school records, birth certificate and numerous criminal documents. I am a thirty-two-year-old North Philadelphia native who is currently in the thick of serving a 240 month sentence in Federal Correctional Institution McKean after being found guilty of possessing with intent to deliver sixty-one kilograms of cocaine. I am also the father of three boys who are my motivation and joy–... READ MORE

  • Beautiful Black Women: I Apologize

    I apologize for being missing in action for so long. I have been busy though, and I am on a mission as well. I am finishing up my certification for Life Coaching, as well as being certified as an Offender Workforce Development Specialist. I am also facilitating a nonprofit class, an African American history class, and a few other cognitive behavior awareness classes. Currently, I am on the waiting list for clemency, not many days left so who knows how the cookie will crumble. Besides... READ MORE

  • Mujahid: The Story of a Struggling Soul

    His skin was dark, almost as black as the moonless sky of an Alabama night. The first time I saw him my skin tingled with fear. My heart pumped fast. I grew weak. My wide blue eyes took in a sight they had never seen before- Mujahid. He stuck out his hand out for me to shake, only then did I realize that I was awestruck and it may have been ruder than I had ever intended it to be. “Oh, hi, I’m Ann” I shook his rough hand, “Ann Mitchell.” Mujahid’s eyes were... READ MORE

  • Only Time Will Tell

    I am supposed to be broke, angry, depressed, hopeless, and worthless to my family, my community and my surroundings. I am young. I am black. I am Muslim. I am a convict. For damn near ten years now, I’ve been sleeping on bunks, checking the mail list, reminiscing, missing my loved ones, and continuing to dream BIG. In these years I have come to realize that visionaries are envied, doers are doubted and self-confidence is always hated by those who lack the will, the drive and passion to... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 4)

    The final part of “The Decisions of Dink” a short story set in North Philly, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. Click here to read Part 3. This morning I was not afforded the opportunity to hear Keyshia Cole’s voice booming from the middle room of my mom’s house. Today, I could only remember the way Jazz would put her hand on her hip, shift her weight to her left leg, roll her eyes, and suck her teeth. Today, my twin sister is nothing more than a mere... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 3)

    Part 3 of the short story “The Decisions of Dink, written by Philadelphia native Kenneth Thompson. It gets real outside a North Philly high school. If you missed it, click here to read Part 2. The school bell rang, and the entire student body poured out onto the cracked sidewalks surrounding the school. Outside were parked cars with dark tinted windows, blasting that new Jeezy, Meek and Kendrick Lamar. The sun was steaming from up above. The day was a blessing meant to be... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 2)

    Part Two of the short story “The Decisions of Dink” set in North Philly and written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. If you missed Part One, read it here. “Aye Dink,” Nila eased herself in front of me, “I know you got my hit on the Gram,” she looked into my eyes, causing me to give her a smile. “Yeah, I got it, but what’s up with you and Black?” “Aint nothing up with me and him. He want to get with me, but I aint feeling that... READ MORE

  • North Philly: The Decisions of Dink (Part 1)

    The first installment of a short story set in North Philly about the adventures and decisions of Dink, written by North Philly native Kenneth Thompson. It started off a regular Friday morning with Keyshia Cole’s “Sent From Heaven” blasting out of my sister Jazz’s stereo as she held up the bathroom for forty-five minutes. The same as she did every school day. I, on the other hand, popped in Meek Mills and let his voice bang through my speakers while I checked the Gram to... READ MORE

  • The Love Was Real

    I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blastin’ Donny Hathaway Me and my niggas spendin’ half the day Plottin’, how we gon’ get this math today without gettin’ blast away – Jay-Z  “This Life Forever” These Jay-Z lyrics were once the plots of my days, the rhythm of my nights and the soundtrack of my life. Me and my homies was all I knew and all I cared about. I blew my hands in the cold weather of the... READ MORE

  • Kenneth “Ken-Roc” Thompson

    Ken-Roc is the name which most know me by, but Kenneth Maurice Thompson is the name which decorates my school records, birth certificate and numerous criminal documents. I am a thirty-two-year-old North Philadelphia native who is currently in the thick of serving a 240 month sentence in Federal Correctional Institution McKean after being found guilty of possessing with intent to deliver sixty-one kilograms of cocaine. I am also the father of three boys who are my motivation and joy–... READ MORE


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