When my feet hit the streets of my city, it’s like I’m kicking it with my oldest friend.
When my feet hit the streets of my city, it’s like I’m kicking it with my oldest friend. Growing up in South Berkeley, Russell St. to be exact, shaped me into the man I am now- an artist, a dreamer, a creative mind. I learned that clothes are supposed to tell a story, not reflect the latest trends. I learned that music isn’t just about who you can get featured or which beat slaps the hardest, but how much of the artist’s soul they are willing to put into each song. Berkeley taught me to love $10 tie-dye shirts more than I love name brands. Berkeley taught me that “normal” is actually weird. And most important, Berkeley taught me that my unique brand of insanity is truly my gift to this world.
My goal is that my fans hear all of these lessons in my music. I blend genres like hippies blend smoothies- adding all of the flavors I can and still coming out with a united sound that I hope every kind of person will love. I’m not afraid to experiment and push past what people expect of hip-hop. I want to give my music every part of me, not just what people think sounds cool at the moment. When my imagination runs wild I put it into a song, and try to paint pictures of the vivid images in my mind with my lyrics. The result is a sound that you can’t quite put your finger on, just like my city, just like me. All I ask is that my fans join me on this journey, because I know, as the great John Lennon said, “A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.”