Where I Come From
I grew up on the west side of Atlanta. Not the Atlanta you see on TV—the real one. The one where you learn early that nobody's coming to save you, so you better figure it out.
My family is mostly from Mississippi—singers, cooks, hustlers, entrepreneurs. They've run barbecue trucks, built things from scratch, and always found a way. I come from music and good food. That's the foundation.
Music is in my blood. I've been a church musician since I was a kid—marched in the band, played just about every percussion instrument there is. There's something about rhythm that taught me discipline before I even knew what that word meant. Timing. Feel. Knowing when to come in and when to sit back.
"I'm the middle child—so I learned early how to hold my own."
I'll be honest with you—life took some hard turns. I caught a case when I was younger. Did some stupid stuff. By the grace of God, I'm still here. I've lost a lot along the way, including both of my parents. But I'm still standing, still teaching, still breathing.
Now it's me, my siblings, and their kids. That's my why. Everything I build, I build so they never have to start from zero.