My story is a story of struggle, but it's also full of complete happiness. When it comes down to it, I wouldn't change a damn thing. As a kid, I adored my father, he was everything I looked up to. I didn't realize he wuz a man with his priorities completely out of whack. Now that I look back on it, I don't ever remember him telling me he loved me once. But I loved him unconditionally. My mom would sometimes become frustrated and say things like, "u think so highly of him, but u don't see he is worthless". Comments like this, that she only made when she wuz obviously very frustrated, made me mad, and I would try to defend him. I wuz oblivious to tha fact that he wuz a junkie. Once, I walked in on him shooting up, and he told me he wuz "taking his medicine" I didn't realize what wuz really going on because I had seen my grandma giving herself insulin shots as a diabetic and so i shrugged it off. It wuznt until I found my dad in his car, half-dead from an overdose, that I realized, he had a drug problem. I wuz hurt when he and my mom split, and really had my heart broken after several attempts to keep a relationship with him, and being let down repeatedly. My hurt eventually turned to anger, and inevitably, hatred for this man. But from tha pain, happiness, and pure joy prevailed. As a child growing up without a father figure in my life, I vowed that I would have many kids, and I would alwayz be there for them no matter what. Now I am a man myself, a REAL man, Every single day my kids are showered with hugs, kisses, and "I love yous" for no reason at all. Scratch that, there is a reason... I love them more than life itself and there is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for them. My mother raised me with love, in tha catholic church (respecting tha wishes of my grandma, Andrea Anaya) She taught me morals, and I praise her for taking on a role a woman should never have to... a mother, AND a father. I grew up without a father, but never even noticed, because my mom wuz such a strong person, I didnt need a man to teach me how to be... a man. I had a lot on my mind growing up, I wuz very creative, and had a big imagination. I loved drawing, and music wuz my passion. I had dreams of becoming famous, and being on a stage in front of millions of people, doing my thing. I started writing poetry which is how i eventually started rapping. I saw Hip Hop as a form of saying what I wanted to say, without really saying it... if that makes sense. LoL I am a selfless person, somewhat of a class clown, I like to make people laugh, and a lot of people would call me funny, and tha life of tha party. I have a family whom I love with all my heart. I'm fortunate enough to have a wife who puts up with all my bull shit, and has given birth to 3 out of my 4 kids... Life is good, but tha story is not over, stay tuned. I am on a fantastic voyage, a journey that I am not alone on. NO, if u are still reading this, you are on tha journey with me, and I love you 4 that. There is plenty of ground to conquer and Im just trying to get my piece of tha pie.
*Side note: My mom hates rap music, but she's my number one fan... she is my hero.
Peace,
Bubz
