I changed my approach to my art. I stopped chasing it. I started breathing it. I started living it.
Unbeknownst to me, I was a king. I started out in an apartment bedroom with a keyboard and a boom box. I rigged the boom box to play the sounds from a Yamaha SY-77. Late at night after my 2nd job, I made beats. Everyday. No days off.
One month I would buy a new board, then I would pay rent late. I couldn’t afford to skip work. My beats didn’t sell. What started to catch on however, was my ability to put those beats together on a project. And I did that well; damn well.
Everyday is like Groundhog Day when you try to play both sides. You can choose to work a job for a living or you can work your dreams. If you choose both, prepare for nightmares.
Sooner or later, things change. Life changed; people left; people came...some believed —others doubted. Roadblocks were the only constant. That’s how I knew I was headed the right direction. The path that I chose wasn’t hard because I chose to pursue my dream, it was hard because I tried to do both.
I found nobility in my experience. I learned that my lifetime of mistakes had value to others—especially those around me with similar dreams. Iron sharpened iron. Wisdom was shared. Friends who heard my songs...they came to me. I changed my approach to my art. I stopped chasing it. I started breathing it. I started living it.
All King Talk.
So now I shoot from the hip. I tell my truth. The biggest thing killing our dreams today is us. The leading cause of death to the King within us is our own self-doubt—