Real Childhood Days:

First of all, let's start from the beginning, it all started at seven years old. Living on the northwest side of the District Of Columbia. I got a brand new tablet for Christmas. I was so excited. I was moving a lot during that year and I think we ended up almost homeless. I didn’t really know why we were moving a lot. It was grown folks business, ya know? We went to different houses and this one house, there was no cable at all. I would watch movies on a VHS tape. The only movies I watched were Like Mike, Barbershop, and Coming To America. I ended up getting bored, but I didn’t cry like a wuss. I would read books and I went outside a lot in the neighborhood. After all of that, I spent my precious time playing games and watching YouTube. I would watch movie scenes, commercials, and some cartoons. The game I would always play is Star Wars Galaxy Of Heroes. I did the same thing when I got my first phone at eight years old. An android from a saint from the House Of Prayer. Then, I really got excited when I got an iPhone a year later. An iPhone Five. I wanted one because everybody got em. My "friends" wanted me to get one. I got the iPhone from my grandmother, so at least nobody had to spend like about $100 on me. I'm realizing now that I like the first phone I got because I had data on it and mostly everybody got an iPhone . It’s comparable to having sneakers.

I can still watch youtube without the internet. My school year in fourth grade was terrible. Either I would do something stupid or get bullied. I think this was when I started to fall off when it came to school work. I skipped doing my homework for a few days. One time, I was in class, doing a group activity. One of my classmates that I thought was my friend got me in trouble. He kept telling me to do the dolphin laugh I did. I originally got that from one of my uncle’s friends. Brodi's laugh was hilarious to me. Anyway, I kept telling him no. He kept convincing me to do it for a bag of takis. I was like screw it I’ll do it and so I did it. My teacher ended up telling my mom and my mom smacked the crap out when we were walking back home. I never got the bag of takis. Pretty stupid, however I was only nine. The next year, when I was ten years old, I got another iPhone. An iPhone Six Plus. I was able to download Fortnite. I was excited to play. I was so bad at fortnite. I couldn't even get one kill. Horrible, right? This was the year I became interested in making motion pictures. It looks like I was into editing. I didn't really care about writing, producing or directing. I learned how to edit my videos myself. I didn't look at any youtube tutorials on how to edit what so ever. I learned through watching movies and paying attention to the scenes. I also remember that year I would get in trouble a lot, so I ended up getting my phone taken away from me until I went back to school. I was crying, acting mentally flimsy, but I managed to find a way to keep myself busy. I would draw pictures and write in my journal. I had to go to my mom’s old job. Starbucks in Bethesda, Maryland. It was a cool job she had because of the environment, the employees she worked with, those cake pops they had and the ice hot chocolate. I brought my journal and kept myself busy. After 2 months, I got my devices back, and I was so excited. I didn't want to misbehave again. I would spend time watching youtube, playing fortnite, and roblox. I became a Star Wars fan. I'm into the OG Star Wars. The trilogy. At Christmas time, I got another device. An iPad along with a Nintendo switch. I don't know why I asked my mother for a Nintendo switch. I should have got air pods because I love music and they were cheaper than a Nintendo switch. I wanted a Nintendo switch because of my friends. My mother spent $300 on a material I don't even need. I would copy my friend's activities. I was a follower, man. A few adults I knew told me that. I didn't listen. I had to lie about anime being better than cartoons. Cartoons are way better than anime. Cartoon characters stay alive. I was a follower.

The Interruptions Of Covid:

The next year, when Covid 19 showed up, everything and everybody changed. We had to go on lockdown. My friends and I, even some other kids I was cool with, were saying our goodbyes. I was thinking I'd see them again, but that never happened. Everybody was on lockdown. Everybody was in the house. I was thinking I wasn't going to be doing any work, but boy, was I wrong. I had to work on this website called zearn, and I read ebooks on epic. The work was simple. After the lockdown, I believe the news said that nobody was going back to school. I was upset. We ended up having class virtually on Microsoft teams. I hated it, and I hated doing schoolwork. I was slacking on my work a little bit. I ended up graduating from elementary school. I was looking sharp with my own black tuxedo. During the summer, I would spend more free time on my devices, but it was only for a few hours. I had an attitude. My family and I spent time together. We watched the House of Prayer DVDs, some movies, TV shows, and we even performed mountain prayer. After a few months, we were able to go outside to places like the House Of Prayer. It was no calls, no show. For those that’s wondering what the house of prayer is, that’s my church, however we don't call this place "church." God didn't build a church. It used to be packed, but ever since Covid hit, everything was falling down. A few people I knew died from covid. My pastor, a couple of other apostles and elders, some saints and sisters, etc. It was depressing. I spent a lot of moments in the house and I became used to it. I didn't really talk too much with my friends until I made new ones in middle school. When it was time to go back to school, I had to log in on my iPad and go to class. The school was called "Howard University Middle School Of Mathematics and Science". I would create short films during the school year. I became a Spielberg, Scorsese, and Lucas fan. I made my own Rocky movie. I forgot what it was called. I was interested in acting, directing, producing, and writing. Somehow I was always editing and I barely wrote dialogue or shouted out, “action”! The first year of middle school was alright. To be honest, I was kind of still slacking on my school work, but I still passed. I had a girlfriend that I met on roblox, and it was a real girl because I saw her face on Tik Tok. Her name was Lily. She was a cool gal. It seemed like a platonic boyfriend and girlfriend relationship to me because we didn’t say that I love you crap that was similar to a romantic couple, but we would roleplay as mom and dad on Brookhaven. Kissing in the roleplay. I wasn't really into kissing, not gonna lie. I think we broke up because I was tired of this mom and dad roleplay. I was so sick of kissing. It was fun while it lasted.

2021-2022:

2021. Everything was starting to open back up. When I turned twelve, I went to the Pentagon City mall. I didn't really get anything except food, but who cares. It was like going back to old times, but we had to wear a mask in order to be protected. The barbershop opened back up. I was so glad because my hairline looked foolish if you pay attention closely. Most of the summer, I would spend my free time on screens. I would have the TV on and play on my iPad simultaneously. I really got used to doing those lazy activities. After the summer, we ended up going back to school in person. I had to learn how to take the bus, and I had my own house keys since the beginning of 2021. The middle school was on the college campus. I met some friends that I talked to during the sixth grade. Some of them were cool, some of them weren't, and some of them I didn't talk to were cool. One of them is my best friend because we still keep in touch til this day and we really have conversations. Middle school didn't have that many activities we could do after school. We went to school and straight home. It was just stuff I wasn't that interested in, like chess and STEM. I didn't want to participate in that. I wanted to play sports. My favorite sports at that time were basketball and soccer. We didn't even have a book club. We had books, but no club. I would joke around with my classmates most of the time. We got a chance to go outside. What was more fun was when we went across the street from the campus. School wasn't much, but our classmates made it fun. I got into watching comedy shows like SNL and the office and stand-up comedy. I tried to do my own comedy special, at that time to me it was all of that. Yeah right. Watching SNL inspired me to create skits, especially observing those digital shorts. I was like, "I'm going to be on the show one day." The next year, it was the same, but kind of different. I was going through puberty. My voice was high at the beginning of the year, but by the end of the year, my voice was deep. When I got back to school for eighth grade, my friends and acquaintances were shocked. I was trying to grow my hair to fill in the bald spot. I had a high top fade that was low, but my mom told me to tell the barber to cut it off. After the weekend, I came back to school showing off like one of my classmates. I was acting like I was embarrassed when really I wasn't. It wasn't a bad haircut. I was looking sharp. Me, my mom and my baby siblings ended up moving out of DC to Maryland with her girlfriend, who's now my stepmother. We lived an hour away from DC. I was always late to school. We moved to one of the hoods of PG County. It was a peaceful environment, but we had mice and bugs in the house. I would still get my haircut from the same barbershop in DC. At one point, one of my barbers convinced me to put some fake hair on the top of my head. No charge. I said alright and my mom didn’t enter the barbershop until an hour later. She was surprised when she saw my head. I was super excited. I didn’t have to worry about being made front of. I was at school, acting all happy. All the students I knew were shocked. But it didn’t last long because my “hair” was starting to wear off. My mom had to pull the stuff off of my head. Painful. I went back to school looking like a fool and some of brothas and sistas at school were like, yo, what happened?! Others didn’t care like they knew that was going to occur. I ended up getting my same ol'buzz cut. At least it was worth it.

High School:

When I entered high school, I figured it was going to be just like middle school, except the work was going to get hard. I went to Potomac High School. I only spent two months at that school. I couldn't handle it. The environment of the school. The classes. There were hot cheetos in the toilet. The biogeochemical class was hard. The teacher was talking with his sci-fi looking mask on. He sounded like Darth Vader without James Earl Jones. I couldn't hear much. After leaving public high school, that's when I became homeschooled. I was having trouble doing some high school work such as math because I didn't have experience with algebra and geometry. My reading comprehension was bad. I had started over from a 7th-8th grade level of learning. I also had to complete assignments on a website called DK12. I was doing 9th grade work, too, but for math, it was hard because either I didn't learn those topics, I was absent, or I wasn’t paying attention. I eventually found out that the lessons were taught on Algebra 2. When in the world did 9th grade start learning algebra 2? I didn't even learn pre algebra all the way yet. I was on social media a lot, and I had the TV on while I was on my iPad or phone again. I started posting stories of myself on Instagram. 2023 wasn't the best year for me. I had a bad argument with my mother one time. It was because I wasn't trying to put the toothpaste on my brother's tooth brush while I was about to hop in the shower. I could have put the tooth paste on there, but as a fourteen year old I didn’t care. He started whining and notified my mother. He could have waited, but my mother didn't care. I started to get upset, and I yelled at my mother. I wanted her to whoop my butt once she said she was getting the belt. I didn't care anymore. I ended up getting my phone taken away for 3 months. I apologized. I was crying about reacting like that towards my mother. I definitely lost my mind. Somehow, I still had my iPad. When I did have my ipad, I still had instagram. I was trying to be like the other kids I saw on the platform. I had another girlfriend that I met on roblox and she was cool. Different from my ex. My mom found out. After the conversation we had, my "girl" and I had to break up. During that year, we moved from the hood to a more peaceful place. We moved to another side of PG County. It was still ghetto, but it wasn't like the hood. I loved the atmosphere of where I was living. Better than where we live now. There were sidewalks to walk on and a park right there you can walk too. We had a lot of space to play outside. My dog has PTSD, so we were lucky enough to have fences, so he can run around. He escaped a few times, but I ended up blocking the broken parts of the fence with bricks. It was a fun place to stay. Even though the inside still looked foolish after cleaning it. Our landlord was a nice man. He always made and offered us grub. It was always steak or hot dogs. In that neighborhood, we can actually walk. There's literally a bus stop and a dollar general right there when you walk up to the top of the hill.

The next year came, and there were going to be some changes that I never knew were going to happen. I was on my devices a lot. I barely read a book. I remember breaking my glasses on purpose because I hated wearing glasses all the time. I got up and told my mom I "accidentally" broke them. I was tired of being a nerd. Girls didn't really want a brotha like me. The type of girls that are popular. I wanted to be like people I saw in public and mostly on social media. I consumed too much crappy said visuals. I believe I was under the influence of trying to act like others that were popular and cool in a stereotypical way. I ended up getting some new glasses, and I wore them every day. I still looked like a nerd.

Hip hop:

I never really listened to modern hip hop because of how it was sounding except for Kendrick Lamar's hit single, "They Not Like Us." That song definitely stood out, but I couldn't comprehend that at that time. I started listening to 90s rap later the year before, but I really started listening later in the year. I would always listen to Wu Tang Clan every day. Enter The Wu Tang 36 Chambers is on my top 5. My favorite Wu Tang member is GZA because every rhyme he has is genius. He actually inspired me to write my own rhymes and to start playing chess. I didn't start creating hip hop til the next year. I would always listen to "Protect Ya Neck." The beat was hitting. It took me a while to memorize the lyrics to the whole song. "The way I make the crowd go wild. Sit back, relax, and won't smile. " I really understand the song now. It was basically how they were stepping on stage when it came to battling emcees and towards the music industry. Opponents. They prove that they are lyrical assassins, and their aspirations come from the Shaw Brother's kung fu flicks and their everyday lives in New York. Rae and Ghost are really like brothers. They are so similar and they speak the same language. ODB, O'l Dirty Bastard was funny, dude. There is no father to his style. He was another member who inspired me to be myself and act out my abilities. I'm not a wild person, but I'm smart. I remember watching an interview, and he said the government was out to hunt him down. I think he did all those bad things he was charged with for a reason because the government was on him. He did all of that because of the government. The government is a bunch of snakes. The government is smart with their concealed ways. I continue to send my condolences 🙏🏽 to ODB. Every member had their own style. I kind of relate to the inspectah deck's style because I’m an introvert and everybody else's style when I write my bars. Knowledgeable. I started to read more because of watching hip hop interviews and listening to the lyrics to find the definitions of the vocabulary they were spitting. The Wu Tang members are smart and intelligent when they spit their rhymes. It's not just Wu, but there's others such as KRS-ONE, Gravediggaz, Mobb Deep, Nas, The Roots, Craig Mack, Redman, Tupac, Busta Rhymes, etc. The next year made a big change into my late teenage life.

Sixteen:

The moment I turned sixteen, there was definitely a signal of an incoming modification. I deleted all the social media apps I had. I started writing and reading. Writing poetry, short films, and my feelings. I also began my fitness journey. I was always flexing, but no muscle. I knew it would take time. I stopped watching tv as well. I started to understand the words from God. I started to comprehend what adults were talking about. I began creating my hip hop songs during the summer and getting more into hip hop. Real hip hop. I began rapping the lyrics I wrote. I made my own beats. I was inspired to start listening to other genres of music. Jazz, Soul, R&B, pop, and gospel. I started writing about how social media was grabbing our minds. Then, I started getting deeper. It's not really social media. It's most of the influencers. The lesson here is basically be aware of who you're paying attention to. There's more things I would talk about. It isn't just social media. It's society, period. I also came up with the acronym nickname J.A.B.S. At first, it was J.A.B. John Andre Beats, but I started rapping. My style's diverse. I became a rebel to society, which made me add the letter s into my name that stands for society. I also started writing jokes the right way.

“Why is Jeffrey Dahmer known as a serial killer?”

“He consumes his victims like a box of frosted flakes."

My jokes look like crap at first. I'm always writing. I like writing down my thoughts. I'm very good at it. Shoot, I'm writing right now.

"Contruction beats destruction, running into wack ass productions to those lacking instructions, who got the nerve to perform seductions."

That's all I do. Write.

Learning and growth:

The type of lifestyle I’m going to have will be different. I don't want to be on TV. I'm going to come up with my own plan, so I can have the future I want to have.

I was consuming too many visuals, so I decided to slow down. It's similar to consuming too much food. Either your stomach would start hurting, weight gain, or health issues, period. Those things I consumed caused me to impersonate. I had to stop and start to put on my own style. I would like to look at TV on the weekends. Nothing wrong with a little fun. It can't be too strict. During the week, I will listen to audio content and watch some documentaries. I'm assuming that's what people did back before I was born. Kids would play outside, read, do their homework, and watch TV probably later for about two hours. On the weekend, they can now watch their program. The real Hip Hop saved my life. Hip hop isn't just music, but it's how you live. I'm going to be hip hop every single day. I wanted to go to Hollywood, but then I realized I didn't want to move there. I want to live my life somewhere else other than LA and New York. I wanted to engage in partner sexual activity with women, but now I don't want to. Sex isn't the only “expression of love”. That goes for kissing, too. I actually want the alternatives of physical affection like a secret handshake or hugs, of course, or giving daps. Daps mean I got your back. That meant that a few of the daps I received didn't really mean nothing. I dap up the real ones. This proves that everybody is not your friend. I learned from looking at the origins of dapping. You can't just dap up anybody. Fist bumps are cool, but daps are an expression. This was definitely a sign from God. I have a bald spot on the top of my head, and I enter the zone of realization that the reason I have a bald spot is because of alopecia, of course, and I'm different from others. I don't want muscles like John Cena or the Rock. I want strength. Physical and mental strength. Most things I saw…..most things I believed in were fake. I receive buzz cuts, but with a bald spot still on my head. It proves that I'm not a clone. I'm blessed and grateful for this change.

The End.

One more thing…:

Unappealing clickbaits, bruh really thought he ate,

This causes pain, barely took the time to create,

I don't sleep late, never wake up til noon

Equivalent to a buffoon, I watch humor before noon,

Like caspa the friendly ghost, punks be doing the most,

When they see him around as he gets so close,

Increased impersonations, proceeds to expand on globally,

Like family, I speak my own texts locally,

To those, rising up, I bring plates and silverware,

assassinations, parents need to provide the navigation,

Destination, avoided situations to a leading sensation

for children, rising teens to develop better made foundations

Screw humiliation, it doesn't really matter to me,

There's always chatters, picking on someone who's fatter,

I'm flexing out my words with this that and the third,

Revenge of the nerds enter the zone like angry birds

P.S. give God his props for providing yourselves with care and materials that are needed.