Diary of a crazy soundcloud rapper, the pilot episode. One day your flipping burgers full time, finally getting your life together, and the next your father explains your white privilege card has been revoked and you have 30 days to vacate the premises because of what he calls “Poor life choices” AKA my love for hiphop and trap music. I’ve been homeless before but I didn't have soundcloud revenue coming from selling features and reposts back then. So i didn't really worry too much, and just let it come.

FYI i do not have any drug addictions or life complicating mental illness. Not anymore at least. My parents are just mean, and my life was a complete tragedy so I often find my self on the streets avoiding regular life. But that was before i had a full time job. Moving on.

I had nowhere to go and $300 to my name in a paypal with no legit bank account. I didn't know where to go. Also kind of anti social, it wasn't like i had close friends I could hit up for a place to stay. Paranoid i’d make the wrong move and propel my self into a parallel universe of perpetual angst and misery, i decided to put my trust in the internet. lol

I logged onto my Soundcloud account and checked to see what city i had the most listeners in. It was Denver. A city i’d been to before, and liked very much. Logged onto my Spotify artists account for a second opinion. And again, Denver ranked number one for the city with my most active listeners.

Me and one of my online friends decided to meet up in Denver and we started crashing with one of his friends. He left but i’m currently still at the same spot planning my next move and planting roots here in this amazing city. But i’m already running into issues with the local competition, so i am forced to get smart.

2 years ago when I started rapping (just for fun) my soundcloud popped off and started generating ridiculous amounts of traffic and engagements. I even managed to land my 1st distribution deal with a label out of Spokane Wa, within 6 months of starting my soundcloud. But nobody likes to see the guy they walked past on the street for 10 years find a little bit of success.

People immediately began starting rumors about me. I got banned by several venues in the Tacoma / Seattle area before I even got to play my 1st show which I ultimately had to book my self because nobody wanted to work with me. The rumors even bounced back to the label who switched up as well. When i asked for compensation the label brought up the rumors and the argument ended with me leaving the label. Im the homeless guy with no legal representation, what can i do other than walk.

Hopefully your getting the picture i’m trying to paint for you here. As soon as I entered the music industry i started getting kicked around and walked over. It was a humbling experience that made me realize i’m just a harmless homeless guy in the eyes of my oppressors. An ant in comparison to the big cut throat bosses that run music underworld. I have no education. I can’t afford an education. And at this point I am either a threat or a joke to people.

I sat there on this strange girls couch, got high as hell. And brainstormed.

AYE! I GOT IT! I decided to start an online magazine called Clout Culture that would later be turned into a physical magazine. The goal: To learn as much about the industry as possible. To learn from the mistakes of others so i can grow as well. To meet and build strong affiliations / friendships within the music scene. And to establish my place in the industry so people can see my positive intentions and forget that I came from the gutter.

A lot of my competitors come at the scene with pretentious personalities and a sense of entitlement. Those people came into my life to show me how not to be. I also dream of the “Glo-up” but i’m confident i can do it with hardwork and elbow grease. As a homeless man my words carry no weight, but it if can establish my self as the press as well as a positive entity within the scene. Maybe people will better hear my message as an artist.

I know my grammar is not the best. I have a lot going on in my head and its hard to put stuff into words. Remnants of homeless. Thank you for reading.

Stay tuned.