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Saint Davis grew up with nothing.

 When he was seven his mother died of an overdose leaving him and his two sisters to grow up in foster care. Bouncing from house to house eventually the siblings were separated, all ending up in different states across the country.

Being all on his own he had to learn to take care of himself. He eventually did find a decent foster home to stay in but it was still a struggle. He was angry. He got into fights, stole, and did drugs anything he could do to deal with the pain of his hard life.

Eventually he turned to music as a way to cope. His songs were how he learned to express himself without truly saying how he felt. He never opened up to anyone, or let his true feelings show because even though his father left before his mother died one thing that he remembered.

Boys Don't Cry

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