To me, the goal of my bio is to just let people know what makes me interesting. Problem is, I’m not even interesting to myself. The things that most interest me now are the twisted parts of me, the parts that make me feel like an alien when around normal people. I feel different. I feel like I don’t fit in naturally, without a conscious deliberate effort to act like other people.
I’m from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I write rap songs and I sing. My friends make beats. I rap to them. I moved to California this summer to really concentrate on making something happen with this music I make. I love hip-hop, but I also love R&B, rock, and whatever else I hear that grabs me. I don’t want to make music that sounds like other proven, cliché styles. I’ve always been a creative innovator; I want to always be pushing in some new directions. I record for indie label Young World. It’s awesome. Young World has already released 2 of my mixtapes. People really liked them. But my new stuff is gonna blow those albums away. I started rapping seriously 4 years ago, and I improve every year. I do music because I like to express myself and to entertain. I’m available for performing and recording, can do all styles of hip-hop including some I just made the fuck up, and I have a catalogue of all types of songs for different crowds. I think I can use music as a tool to effect change in my community, as corny as that is probably gonna make me look.
I want superstardom. Hilarious, considering the music I make is mad introspective and not exactly “poppyâ€. Fuck it. I’m trying to figure out ways to sell out, to really say something exciting and interesting. But I’m kind of a depressed dude. I spend all my free time downloading, writing, and recording music. I showed a lot of promise in school, but I never did anything that matched my potential other than through the arts. I went to school because my dad wanted me to, and I put minimal effort in it. At least guys like 50 cent went nuts with drive and got somewhere.
I’m a young black kid from the suburbs of Milwaukee. I lived on the edge of the town, like Eminem in 8 mile, just outside the reach of the inner-city. Barely in the suburbs, with my lower middle class black family, the rare one in the white neighborhood. Now it’s so much more common, I see all these kanye west-looking, Hollister-wearing oreo's running around all smiley. It wasn’t like that for me. I spent my school time in white people land, where most of the blacks were bussed in, and my free time sneaking into the hood to kick it with my cousins and my friend Cornelius. So I’ve always lived in these 2 worlds, and that informs my music heavily.
I have violent mood swings where I’m extra-happy or extra-sad. But a lot of times, I just feel numb. I don’t feel anything. It sucks. I feel like it gets hard to tell what’s real. Am I even good at rapping and singing? Or am I living in a continuous fantasy world where Im this future rap star? I think I can do well underground. But I’m too odd to really market on tv. Oh well. If I can one day make money off this, that’d be cool. Enough to provide for me and some twisted, fucked-up girl.
What the fuck is my bio? What a boring story. What have I done? Not a god damn thing. Who might like this crap?
I think loners, losers, outsiders, outcasts, rebels, rabble-rousers, punks, Goths, skaters, emo kids, coffee shop chicks, middle-class blacks who read pro-black poetry at open mic's. You know, the fags. The kids who the jocks, preps, and cool kids clown and beat up. I think I’m pretty fucking uncool by the standards I think are meaningless. I think I’m very cool by my own definitions and values.
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