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𝗯 𝗿 𝗲 𝗲 𝘇 𝘆 𝘁 𝗮 𝗹 𝗲 𝘀

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𝗯 𝗿 𝗲 𝗲 𝘇 𝘆 𝘁 𝗮 𝗹 𝗲 𝘀








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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆.






At only 28 years of age, I believe I've endured more than I thought was possible. Since I was younger, I remember myself suffering. Growing up in poverty and not receiving very much income to fully support everyone in a household was a hassle itself. We weren't dirt poor, but I remember a few nights were we had to skip a dinner and head straight for bed.






Not only did poor finances cause my suffering, but also everything I faced mentally. Seeing my mom's significant other, at the time, beat her wasn't easy to deal with. It always ate at me that I couldn't defend her as much as I urged to. All I could do was sit in bed and piss on myself, because I didn't want to be in his path of destruction. I felt I was supposed to protect her since my dad wasn't there at the time, but in reality I didn't do shit.






Later on down the line, life became a little better. Got a record deal and left Tappahannock and headed straight for New York. Had songs topping the charts left and right, got several awards, toured the world, everyone knew my name. I felt like a success, like I had finally achieved something.






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