I grew up in a deeply musical family. For most of my formative years, my dad served as a worship leader and fronted the band "Code Bloom" alongside my mom, who played bass and sang. Though my parents eventually split and my mom moved me and my five siblings down to South Carolina, music remained the one constant in my life.

Being homeschooled through the ninth grade gave me a unique advantage: time. As the third of six kids, I had plenty of space to explore my interests, and I decided early on that I wanted to be a hip-hop artist inspired of Post Malone or Rich Brian. I even recruited my older sister to help me film music videos—you can still find "if I’m being honest" and "the not so serious serious rap song" on YouTube today. 

I took my love for music and ran with it. For as long as I can remember, I was either messing around on the guitar or trying my best to sing. When I eventually transitioned to public school, that drive only intensified. I remember looking at my mom before my first day and saying, “Mom, there are 2,000 people at this school! That’s 2,000 people who are going to listen to my music.”

Looking back, I was right—and then some.

Aside from my faith and my wife, music is the absolute passion of my life. It runs through my veins; I don't just hear it, I deconstruct it, instinctively knowing where every piece belongs. The thought of a life without creation is a scary one. I create because I truly believe I was born for it.