About me, hmmmmmmmmm. Let me think. Well, I was born in BK. Came up in Bk, Harlem world at first. Learning all too early what it means to be on both sides of the spectrum. Being black and puerto rican can take it's toll on a child. Where the hell do you fit in? From early I learned to isolate and harness my thoughts in ways the sons of Man never pondered to be possible. Though physically, I was given the short end of the dutch. I was a chunky little nigga. New york is one of if not the hardest place to go to school. Bullies, clothes and popularity. The latter being my greatest endeavor. I went to cali for a bit, change the scenery. I wound up breakin into the thug world with but a shot from the 12- guage. Bastard caught my ass! Got a little time, kept my animalism on the rise. Never claimed a color son, that's not me. The devil is enough lifelong adversary for the kid. One shorty told me i would be so cute if I lost some weight. Why she wanna tell me that dog!? I starved myself for a month. Working out drinking nothing but water, and passing out every other day filled most of my agenda.( Gotta leave time for the herbalistic! ) Dropped fifty, went back to shorty. Got the number son, but pride construed my emotions into tearring it up in front of her face. And so began my I don't give a fuck attitude. I came back to New york after yet another run in with that bitch Nina. She took out my kneecap this time, adding to an already ferocious bop. They call it didy. " Did he just walk by here walking the way I think he did? " Word life ma nigga, that's me. Peep game, I don't care if you like it or not. All those busters that got rocked with these shots to the knot, confirm you bitch ass niggas! New york. My home, but my trial as well. Problems wit moms got my ass kicked out at 12. I lived in the 116th st train station for 2 weeks. I know what it is to be hungry and dirty. Fuck it, I moved on ... right on to the street game. Long story short, at 15 I had my own apt and car. But money is funny baby. You can never fully wash that dirt you really do off, it bombards your very being. That was my way out, revelation. Once you've done it, you run it. i'VE BEEN RHYMIN SINCE 12. That's alot of backed up insight. I write poetry to incite mental combat. Not with others, though that too can be arranged as it has many times before, but with the only adversary I fear in this world. My damn self! To date, what can I say. Honing my craft, waiting for my turn. Ya know it's time. Just listen to the radio. How many real MC's can you count,.....I'll wait............................ Look out for me baby, I'm coming. Da L.A.D. Da Absolute Lyrical Aftermath of Death Be ready, Subliminal 2008 IN IT SINCE BIRTH BABY!!!