I was born in Chicago to a single mother household. My father is serving a life sentence in prison for murder. I moved to Madison, Wisconsin at the age of 12. I lived in a one room shelter with my mother and 5 other brothers and sisters. I didn’t get my own room until I was well into my teens. Puberty was a constant wild goose chase. I’ve sold drugs. I’ve carried guns. I am not cooler than you. I’ve been known as an excellent bridge-burner, a skill I am religiously trying to lose. Sometimes I appear not as smart as I really am. My mother is very proud of me as she makes a grand appearance to almost all of my shows in Madison. Even in front of a couple hundred adorably drunk college kids, at times, I feel as thought it’s only her and me in the room.

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I’ve been featured in the XXL magazine wearing a borrowed chain. I moved to New York with 30 dollars to my name. I’ve worked as a bathroom attendant. I’ve worked as a waiter. I’ve worked as a busboy. I’ve worked as a dishwasher. I’ve worked as a food-runner. I’ve worked as a bar-back. I’ve worked as a doorman. I’ve worked as a porter. I’ve touched souls from the basement’s of the south side of Chicago, to Australian dive bars. I’ve toured internationally, living only on the cd’s and merchandise sold at my shows. Iceland like black people. Almost by default, I have famous friends. My best friend was murdered 3 years ago. I miss and love him beyond words. Sometimes I cry. Sometime I fight. Sometimes I find myself lost in these dark pockets of depression. I’ve crafted some of my most intimate pieces while in those pockets. A guy by the name of Lazerbeak saved my life, google him. I am a strong Black man who has survived extreme circumstances. Book me. It pays my bills.