SAD NEWS: R. Kelly Speaks on Feeling Abandoned in Prison 💔

PART 6: THE FINAL CHAPTER – A MAN WITHOUT A STAGEThere is no stage at FCI Butner. No curtains. No spotlight. No screaming intro that says “Ladies and gentlemen… R. KELLY!”There is just a concrete floor, a metal toilet, and a small window so high you have to stand on your bed to see the sky.He says he does that every morning. Stands on his bed, just to see a small square of blue.”I never appreciated the sky before,” he told a visitor. “When you are on tour, you fly above it. You don’t look at it. Now it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, because I can’t have it.”His daily routine never changes. 6 AM wake up. Prayer. Breakfast – oatmeal and a boiled egg that he says he can barely eat. Then back to the cell. He cleans the same 8×10 foot space three times a day. He reads the Bible until the pages are soft. He writes. He waits.The prison staff says he has lost a lot of weight. His hair has gone gray. He wears glasses now to read. People who saw him at his peak in a fur coat and sunglasses would not recognize the quiet older man in a khaki prison uniform shuffling to the shower with a small bag of soap.He still has one dream, he says. Not a Grammy. Not a sold-out arena. Not a number-one hit.”I just want to have dinner at one table with my three kids. No cameras. No music. Just… ‘Dad, pass the salt.’ That’s it. That’s the only hit I want now.”He knows that may never happen. He knows many people believe he should never be free again. He says he has stopped arguing with that.”If my music helped one person through a hard time, then maybe my life wasn’t all bad,” he said in what is believed to be his last long audio statement. “If my story stops one person from making the same mistakes I made, thinking that money and fame can fix the broken child inside you – then maybe this prison has a purpose.”At 9 PM, the lights go out. The door clicks. The buzzing fluorescent light finally goes off.And in that darkness, for the first time in his life, R. Kelly is not R. Kelly.He is just Robert. A 58-year-old man, alone, listening to the pipes hiss in the wall, wondering if anyone out there is listening to his songs and thinking of the man, not just the monster.THE END.