He manages to make music. He manages to create magic. He didn’t turn to anything illegal because life was too rough; instead he turned to passion. He allows his passion to flow onto paper. He manages to turn the blood, sweat and tears into ink and the fast pace rhythm of his heart beat racing because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, into the new beat of his next track. He his persistent. Sustenance. He manages to sustain his passion, even on the bad days. However, the struggle isn’t life, the hustle is. He isn’t afraid to feel. He isn’t afraid of pouring his heart out onto paper. He feels everything and because of that you can feel it in his music. You can feel his hunger, his pain, his joy and the story of his life.