Vocalist, Musician, Songwriter, Lyricist
Here's a little something I wrote;

Guns cocked, streets locked in a deadly dance,
Violence rampant, survival's the only chance.
Raised in the shadows, where the strong survive,
But deep in my heart, knew I had to strive.

Blood on the concrete, tears in the night,
Thought this life was my only right.
But then I woke up, saw a glimmer of hope,
Realized I could climb a different slope.

Middle finger to the haters I rise above, no longer defined what I onc