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"Roulette" Artist/Song Writer Name: Perry Jamar Lambert VI Age: 21 years old D.O.B.: March 19th 1986 Other Names: "Roulette Del'gato", "Da Golden Child", "The King Pen" Experience: thirteen shows/ 1000+ hours recording experience Bio: I was born in a penatentry in Salem, OR in 1986. My grandma came and got me cause my moms had more time to serve. She took me down to Portland, OR, and my two older sisters and i stayed there until my moms got out eleven months later. I don't know much about my dad, but i do know that he has about thirteen kids and i only know four of them. I don't really remember much from the ages of one through seven, but i do remember fallin' asleep in my moms lap almost every night listening to Betty Right, Keith Sweat, Luther Vandross, Whitney Houston, and one of my personal favorites R. Kelly. By the age of eight i was in love with music. Its all i thought about. I would run around the house singin' all day drivin' everybody crazy. I remember bein' on top of the kitchen table, singin' and imitatin' Micheal Jackson moves. My moms walked in and screamed at me. She scared the shit out of me. As i was doin' the famous spin and crotch grab, her voice boomed through the kitchen. I slipped off the table and hit my head on the floor. I wasn't a dumb kid. I was always aware of my surroundings. After i turned nine i started noticin' alot of traffic in our house. People runnin' in and out all the time. Thats when i got turned onto the Dope Game. My moms was one of the biggest hustlas in Portland. Everybody knew her name. I would be at school and hear other kids talk about how my moms was servin' they parents. Now thats some crazy shit. For the next couple of years i just soaked it all up. I learned how to make crack, chop it up, and sell it. It was almost like we ran our own family business. We was all sellin' that shit. After my moms had my little brother, i noticed that the business wasn't boomin' as much. Things really started to calm down. We was livin' it up. Big screen t.v's, nice furniture, all the hottest gear. We had it made. The only thing i felt like i didn't have was my moms. My moms had ten years clean and sober. I was twelve when my moms hit the pipe and relapsed. The house started to fall apart. Everybody was doin' their own thing. I felt alone in the world like i didn't have nobody to look after me. By this time i was in the eigth grade. I had about four weeks of school left. I couldn't put up with this shit no more. I packed my bags and wrote my moms a letter sayin' why i couln't stay. I left and went to stay with some people i knew. The very next day i was at school and one of my neighborhood friends told me that before she came to school that mornin' she saw police cars and s.w.a.t. vans surroundin' my house. The F.E.D.S. had been watchin' the house for months. Somebody that my moms trusted snitched on her cause they got caught up and didn't wanna serve no jail time. From the information that this bitch gave them, the F.E.D.S. set my moms up wit a jewlery sting. She loved her jewlery. The snitch introduced my moms to some guy with a bag full of jewlery. She picked what she wanted and exchanged crack for the merchandise. Thats all they needed. In April of the year 2000 she was sentenced to five years in the federal penatentry. For the next three years i was bounced around from foster home to foster home. I was fuckin' miserable. By the year 2003, i had attended three alternative schools all in one year. None of them worked out for me. In the middle of my junior year i started attending Jefferson HighSchool. Jefferson is a Portland Public highschool located in the most crime stricken part of Portland. I was living with my oldest sister at this point. Things started to look up. The only downfall was that we were broke. My sister worked a part time job at Taco Time. She had a five year old daughter and a boyfriend already livin' with her, and she stayed in a ran down two bedroom apartment. I'd rather sleep on her couch than live in anymore of those fucked up homes. I had to get back on my hustle. I started sellin' crack again. I would go to school in the mornin', Hit licks when we got our breakfast break, go back to class, hit licks at lunch time, smoke a blunt and then go to geometry class. After school i would hit licks and then go home and do home work. After that i would stay up all night and wait for licks to come to the house. School slowly started to become my second priority. Money became the first. By the end of my junior year i pretty much said fuck school. I never finished my finals and didn't care if i was gonna graduate or not. During the summer of 2003 my sister started inforcin' all these rules. We argued alot. It just wasn't workin' out. We got in a big fight, so i moved out and went to live with my aunt on my dads side. That didn't work out too well. At the end of the summer i was moved to one last foster home. It was the best one. The people actually cared about my education and appriciated my music. They knew that i was a rapper and that my music wasn't positive, but they still stuck by me. Because of them i finished school the next year. Right on time with twenty-two credits. Two weeks after i graduated i moved out and got my own place. This is where i stand now. I feel like my talents goin' to waste. I was meant to be out in the world. I like to stand out in the crowd, i think thats why i like to perform so much.
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