My story is a melody woven from struggle, resilience, and the raw beat of survival in the dangerous ambitious driven streets of Miami. Born into the rhythm of three kids and a single mom's hustle, I witnessed firsthand the sacrifices that fueled our laughter. The worn soles of her shoes became the bassline of our lives, each scrape echoing the tireless love that held us together. But the streets I walked weren't just paved with love. They whispered promises of easy money and quick fixes, luring me into a dance with darkness. I stumbled, I fell, I did what I had to do, the harsh reality etching its scars onto my soul. Yet, amidst the chaos, music pulsed like a lifeline. It became my refuge, my confessor, my truth-teller. Every note I penned, every beat I dropped, was a fragment of my story, a testament to the fire that refused to be extinguished. This is my story, unfiltered and unafraid. Join me on this journey, where the rhythm speaks louder than words, and the scars become the canvas
My story is a melody woven from struggle, resilience, and the raw beat of survival in the dangerous ambitious driven streets of Miami. Born into the rhythm of three kids and a single mom's hustle, I witnessed firsthand the sacrifices that fueled our laughter. The worn soles of her shoes became the bassline of our lives, each scrape echoing the tireless love that held us together. But the streets I walked weren't just paved with love. They whispered promises of easy money and quick fixes, luring me into a dance with darkness. I stumbled, I fell, I did what I had to do, the harsh reality etching its scars onto my soul. Yet, amidst the chaos, music pulsed like a lifeline. It became my refuge, my confessor, my truth-teller. Every note I penned, every beat I dropped, was a fragment of my story, a testament to the fire that refused to be extinguished. This is my story, unfiltered and unafraid. Join me on this journey, where the rhythm speaks louder than words, and the scars become the canvas
Ever just had one of them nights to yourself, you roll up and just realize you truly alone in this world. All people do is use, use, lie about having your back, and use some more. Just here, High & Alone.more
A freestyle no pen no paper recorded in 3 takes. Punch in's included. Please support a brother on spotify and apple, much appreciated. - Mastered by Mixea.commore