I was born and raised in small town Daytona Beach what most people only recognize as a vacation city or a spot for B.C.R( Black College Reunion). Growing up in Daytona though, was much different as a resident than a visitor. When I was young I didn't have a father figure around to show me how to be a man, so I took what I could from the streets. My mother didn't have much money, but she did her best raising me and my sister. My aunt Shellie lived in the projects and she watched us most of the time because my mom was always working trying to provide food and clothes for us. We moved around a lot also because at times, my mother wrote bad checks just so she could provide those things. The project life was crazy, but I guess no different than any other hood story. My aunt used a lot of drugs, but one thing I can say is she made sure we had something to eat every night. The down side to that was, we also shared room with rats and roaches.I remember this well because again my mom wasn't around much. We had a lot of fun growing up in the projects, but like everyone else I picked up some bad habbits. My uncle was involved in criminal activity most of the time, and showed me things I probably never should have been exposed too. I actually got in trouble with the law for the first time running behind him. All my uncles with the exception of two have been in and out of prison all my life, not really ideal role models. By the time I was thirteen or so, My mother took a job in Orlando, Florida and we up and moved away from everything I had groan attatched to. So, I moved back to Daytona with my grandmother for a while. I started getting in a lot of trouble and my grandmother suggested that I move back with my mother, somthing I really wasn't interested in, but never the less thats what happened.My first Middle School in Orlando was all white and I wasn't at all comfortable there. I started getting suspended a lot and failing classes. Then my mother moved me to another school which was all black, and thats when things really got out of hand. I was getting into fights every single day because I was the new kid that came in the middle of the year. I had to prove myself all the time. Not really being ready for all this it turned me into a pretty aggresive person. I was still very small then to so I had to carry myself much larger than I was.
Five years later I'm back in Daytona Beach going to high school at Mainland Senior High. It felt good to be back home, but in a way it was like starting all over again. I played sports when I was'nt getting kicked out of school or suspended. I had great potential, but my attitude was awful. Vince Carter and I were classmates and I had the opportunity to play ball with him, but my senior year it was all night classes for me. I had to take night classes all year long just so I could graduate on time. No, I did'nt drop out although my entire family thought that would be the case. My mother had lost faith in me and she didn't know how to get me under control, so she told me I would amount to nothing and probably wind up in jail soon just like my uncles. To me it was like everyone had given up on me, so that was my drive to finish. I proved everyone wrong. I was even presented with the "Most Turn Around Student" award by the principle who hated me the most. But anyway, high school is where I gained interest in music. A few friends use to gather around every morning during the break after second period to rap and compete against one another. I decided that I would show up the following day with a rap of my own.The first few lines I spit everyone was like damn, and that created a person who now has a great passion for music. I'm a realist though. I understand that music is entertainment as well as business, but it is also a way for people like myself to tell their story and thats what I do. I Keep it "REAL".The next episode in my life was a life of drugs and crime. I became what some people would call a jackboi. I really didn't care what I did or who I hurt as long as it brought money to the table because in my hood, money was the only thing to establish status. If you did'nt have a car with rims and a lot of cash, you were a nobody, but not FLAM-BZ. My attitude was whatever it take to get it. I wasn't scary because as I stated earlier I had to fight a lot growing up, so this made me willing to do anything. I even tried joining the junior college back home to satisfy my family, particularly my mom, but the life I started didn't go hand in hand with books and I flunked out. After that it was shoot outs and kaos and a real angry person inside. I had become a monster that delt drugs headed for destruction. Meanwhile, my mom was working on trying to get me accepted to FAMU. I failed my ACT and SAT so I thought it was immpossible to go to college, but somehow she got me in. All I had to do was show up. With all the confusion and gun fights, I figured it would be a good idea to lay low for awhile. Almost everyone was afraid to be around me except the guys I was doing dirt with. In my mind, I din't want an innocent person to catch something that was ment for me, not even my friends. I've always been the type to face my own consequences because a man who doesn't is weak and more than likely a snitch to, all the things I disrespect. Shortly after all these gut feelings, some punks shot up my girl's mother car trying to get to me and my mother begged me to leave Daytona Beach. Some vacation capitol hah!Now I'm in Tallahassee FL, home of the Seminoles and Rattlers with everything I own, even my guns. Bad start! At this age I didn't understand what it meant to respect firearms, so I did everything you can think of except respect them. I started back robbing guys on campus that sold weed or anything for that matter, but I only victimized people that couldn't call the cops. I was supposed to be turning over a new leaf, but instead I picked up where I left off back home. I used to be into a lot of crazy things that for the most part will stay untold. Things were going good though. I was putting my roots in da street, I was getting money, and I was getting by in school. I had a few friends that took care of my work so that wasn't a concern at all. I was selling grugs again, but this time I was selling guns, jewelry, and a few credit card scams to. I felt like I couldn't be faded and there was nothing to slow me down, until I cought a charge. Leon county courts sentenced me to two years prison time, but suspended the sentence with the stipulations of two years felony probation. I don't know how I got by without one day in jail because my public defender sure as hell wasn't on my side, but I guess God was. I had gone before the judge a few time without agreeing on a plea with my public defender because he was trying to make me spend Christmas in jail. My family didn't know I was facing charges and I was going to keep it that way. I was also looking foward to going back home. The one thing I didn't want to do was violate, so I flew wide right. I had been in the studio a few times in Atlanta with Kinfolk Records, but I figured I should try tyo finish school. Besides, I was on papers so I couldn't go too far. Considering the trouble I was in, it gave me a lot time to do other things. My partners had studio equipment and they were always trying to get me in the booth, so thats what I turned to. We formed a group called "Thuggish Wayz" and from there we started doing shows, making albums, and selling units. I've done shows all over Florida, I've been to music conventions all troughout the south, and I've had the opportunity to meet many celebrities.
I've been through many ups and downs in my life, and even now I'm out here trying to get it how I live. I'm no longer with Thuggish Wayz because with getting older comes responsibilities and everyone's path isn't the same. Some of the guys work and have families now, but I'm still doing my thang. I recorded a few albums and a lot of mixed c.d's and currently trying to solicit my music. I seriously believe that If I continue to push towards my goal, it can be accomplished. I just recently moved to the Atlanta area hoping to persue my dreams and this is where I started myspace. I hope you all as an audience can appreciate real talk because my past and experiences are what inspired my music.FLAM-BZ
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