My name is jose, I go by either; Freiddo, Sikotik, or SIC. I make beats that are more on the evil, sad, and fantasy side. I also rap, Im not a gangsta, hustla, playa, pimp, or anything like that. Im me and me only. I rap about what Ive been through, what I feel and my thoughts, basically Im not a rapper, more of a lyrical deep poet.Biography:
I was born in El Monte CA, and lived in whittier until I was about 11. In Whittier was when I had my first crush, her name "Shantal". I was too shy and nervous to say anything, and now I regret not saying something.I moved to Fontana when I was about 11, and entered school at the end of fourth grade over there. When I moved I didnt know anyone and was basically a loner. I met someone who was really special to me and I wanted to get with her but was too shy and nervous to say anything. I told my friend Martin to ask her out, he did and told me that she liked me back. I was still nervous but with enough courage to make my move, but then her sister stops me and says "she would never want to get with you, your fat and stupid, so just take your fat ass back to where you came from and leave her alone". So my confidence died quick and never told her anything.Since that day I wondered what would have happend if I had asked her out, would my life turn out differently. Since that day I had a feeling that I would be known by millions but die at a young age. After that incident I spent most of my time mad and sad, thinking about what would have happend if I made my move, if I didnt pay attention to her sis. I started getting madder and madder. I started thinking more and more, thinking about outcomes to a certain problem, and over the years I got so good at coming up with plans and outcomes that I could do great plans on the spot.5th grade I was a bit happy but in the inside I was furious, felt alone and depressed. This went on up through 9th grade. I started making more friends, little by little tho, but still I wasnt a loner anymore. But some friends that I made turned out to stab me in the back, and that made me feel like I couldnt depend on no one. So my anger and hatred grew, but I kept it bottled up deep inside me.I strangled my first person with my bare hands when I was in the 7th grade.
In 8th I liked another girl and wanted to ask her out, but I was still nervous, so I told my best friend (at the time) to ask her out, he agreed. He called me and said "ey guess what I asked her out, but not for you, for me. And guess what, Im going out with her now". I got more mad and the hatred that was already inside me grew. One day I was so mad that this one guy pissed me off that I took my anger out on him, I got my P.E. shirt and strangled him with it. I strangled him so bad that he passed out and I just watched him as he layed unconscious in the ground. Lucky for me, no one said anything, and he told the authorities that he blacked out because of the sun.Its 9th grade and Im still mad, its in the night and Im looking outside my window at the moon, thinking if I would ever find my soul mate......too much to write so if you wanna know more, hit me up.
