So, where do I begin? My story starts on an almost fateful night. At 16 years old, I was coming from a show I was scheduled to perform at, but I survived. I awoke, laying in my cousin’s hands on the front porch, surrounded by my cousins and a girl that no one knew. We were into her, but she wasn’t into us. Growing up, my cousin and I did music together. Oh yeah I rap, sorry I forgot to mention that. Any who, I didn’t really know who I believed in then. Different from my cousins, I was just this broke, dorky, nerdy, thug. My cousins were involved in some questionable activities and my mom was locked up around the time I was 17. They hustled in the streets and I knew that but I loved them unconditionally, they were family, and all I wanted was to be around them. My purpose of life all changed on the night I got shot. It was like that movie "Dazed & Confused.” I was so confused, but I prayed that night for a second chance. I prayed to God, who was all I could think about while being shot by that drug fiend’s bullet! It’s a good thing that the rush I felt while trying to run far away from the gun numbed the impact of the shot. I only got shot once, but that one shot was so powerful that it hit my spleen. Had it not been for the doctors’ help getting it out and ceasing the bleeding, I wouldn’t be writing you now. Since that night, I have made it my duty to do good things and express myself eternally through music. I am currently just being a dope human being. Enjoy 😊!!!! #NerdPWR