
01
Since twelve
Motels and missed exits
I have been fighting addiction since I was twelve years old. Multiple stints in rehab, more nights than I can count under a sign like this one, telling myself tomorrow was the day. The block, the parking lot, the room with two beds and no plan — that was the whole map for a long time.
I knew every way out of a room except the one that mattered.

02
The turn
I found the work instead
What finally moved me was not a speech, it was a routine. Fitness and exercise gave me somewhere to put the same energy that used to bury me. A regimen, a schedule, a body that started keeping promises. Five years sober and counting — built one boring, disciplined day at a time.
Discipline is the only high that never charged me interest.

03
The craft
Hip hop is the whole life
California is where the music stopped being an escape and became the record. Every conversation, every walk downtown, every mistake I owned up to goes in the notebook. Meaningful lyrics are not a style choice for me — they are the only way I know how to tell the truth about where I have been.
If a bar does not cost me something, it does not make the record.

04
Now
Broker of my own street
Masters owned. Merch printed a mile from the studio. Rooms booked to talk to people who are where I was. Streetbroker was never just a name — it is how I do business: straight deal, no middleman, everything I sell I would wear myself.
I stopped waiting on a deal and became one.