Growing up I didn't really have a parent just people who would look after me then pass me to the next care taker. This was because my mom struggled with money and didn't have a stable earning. She was young and to be honest not prepared to have me. I know she loved me and just wanted what was best for me although at the time I would frequently run away and want to be with my mom, I never really had a home or a place where I felt safe and cared for, the only person who's attention, compassion, and love I wanted was my mother's because she was only person who made me feel like everything would be alright. I eventually dropped out of school because of how useless that system and institution is. They don't teach you necessary things about your life and it's just a waste of space in the brain. Not to say that I don't do shit at home, no I bust my ass to work and make a living. I'm currently starting to make music and experiment on different sounds, I'm studying the actual science of sound and cadences if that makes sense.
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The untold story of Jahseh part 1
General FictionA life story about a young man who became an incredible musician inspired and loved by millions. This book is about him (Jahseh) as the narrator throughout the book he will talk about his life and at times break the 4th wall so don't get freaked out...
