Behind The Lines: Heart On A Record

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Behind The Lines: Heart On A Record

Heart is the lovechild of a number of inspirations. Most notably being the unity of me and the current (and hopeful future) special someone in my life. She became a valued addition to my existence long before she concluded that her and I were fit to share affection. I befriended her originally and fell for her shortly thereafter. She was, however, in the midst of a number of trial and errors with other gentlemen and I forced myself to deny my urge to express my romantic attraction to her. I remained her close acquaintance for quite some time and ultimately, through patience, conversation and a little flirting here and there, we agreed that our hearts were designed with each other's in mind. Additionally, the song's inspiration includes what I felt at the time what love should be. Too often do people find themselves attached to another for little to do with the heart. People nowadays hook up, mess around and fuck when, with love, those terms don't even exist. The relationship of my mother and father, too, attributed to the motivation behind Heart on a Record. Despite all the "strengthening practices" couples in love will inevitably encounter (i.e., fights, arguments, tough times in general), my parents' love for each other was undeniable. My mother's sudden and untimely death broke my father's heart for in losing his wife, he'd lost his best friend of 22 years. I have and always will model my relationships from the height of their love and can only hope that My Lioness and I can share as much as my parents did during their time together. So there you have it, Behind The Lines: Heart on a Record.

Favorite Lines

Hold on, don’t let me build a head of steam, because how much you mean to me can’t be convened in this or any medium for that matter. I had a crush on you, ground that into powder, some flowers sprouted and suddenly I see loving you.

I’m stunting if I claim being my lady is a big deal because, being real, I don’t have much to live for other than the thrill creating music brings a broken soul, truth is, I been a fuck-up but I luck up sometimes and strike gold. I fold before see my hand and usually end up crapping out, I’m a high card but with you I stumbled into a full house.

You should find me in your hands from now until infinity, because even if you decline you still got the best you could get from me.

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Brief Biography

One night, when I was a child, my family and I were sitting around the television watching the Banana Splits. A commercial for a compilation disc/tape set of hip-hop songs came on and I remember, I was five at the time, being in awe of all the different songs, artists and styles with which they chose to deliver the message. My father took note of my attentiveness and told me, “that could be you one day, homeboy.” I will never forget that feeling. The very next day, I woke up and immediately stood before my father and told him that I wanted to learn how to rap and that day, we painstakingly set out to write my first rhyme. Since then, I’d written small compositions from time to time, but I didn’t seriously consider becoming an artist professionally until I was about sixteen and able to express my ideas as an individual. I continued to compose songs and develop my own style and it was pretty much understood within my circle of close friends and family that I would look to get signed some day. It was when I was most confident about my abilities and preparing to leave off for college when out of nowhere, my mother died in her sleep. It was exactly a week after my eighteenth birthday and a few months before my high school graduation and God had taken my mother, a woman who worked three jobs at a time, slaving away daily to provide for her husband and children, away from me. This sent me down a path of self-destruction, I attempted to take my own life a number of times and my relationships were falling apart. It was then that I’d began writing intensely and allowing my emotions to bleed through my work. The result of which was Bornfree, an identity I inherited that encompasses all of my trials, triumphs, artistry and imperfections. I'm not anyone's favorite rapper and I'm no one's leader. I'm a guy with a song to sing to the world if such a world would allow.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011