My Story

This is my story. It’s not perfect, but it’s real. Life has been a path full of twists and turns, with more than a few stumbles along the way. I’ve tried and fallen short, time after time. But I believe that true success doesn’t come from shortcuts; it comes from perseverance, hard work, and the wisdom we gain from each misstep. As Scripture reminds us, *“In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world”

Maybe my challenges can become your source of strength. Maybe my journey can spark a sense of hope in you. And perhaps, together, we can keep growing and pressing onward.

Southeast, DC

Growing up in Southeast DC, I lived in the heart of poverty. I take immense pride in where I come from, but the reality of the inner city is often misunderstood. It’s sometimes painted as if it’s something to aspire to, but in truth, it’s a place filled with constant challenges, where drugs, crime, pain, and violence are everyday obstacles. There’s no glamour—just the reality of surviving and striving to overcome.

From the moment I was born, life was a struggle. My father was addicted to drugs, and my mother, who faced her own battles, eventually surrendered me and my three brothers to the system. I was found as a baby, starving and with a broken arm, before being taken in by my cousin Diane, who ultimately saved me from a life in the foster system.

I was taught to fight—both physically and mentally—by my older brother, Donny, Diane’s son. Though I have several siblings born to my mother, we grew up separately, but I made it my mission to stay connected with them as best as I could.

We lived in subsidized housing, government-owned apartments for people below the poverty line. Despite the hardships, there were fun times. My friends and I shared the same circumstances, which made growing up a little more bearable. My brothers and I even started a few singing groups—we were pretty good. I was outspoken and confident, and I always knew I would be a singer or an actor one day. Charisma came naturally to me.

I have vivid memories of daily fights, doing knuckle pushups until my hands bled so I could be strong enough to defend myself. I’d come home to no food, hiding chips under my bed so my family wouldn’t take them. There was no sense of security as a child, so I created my own.

I trained with my brother and cousins, sparring bare-knuckle until one of us gave up. It was better to get tough with each other than to face the brutality of the streets unprepared. My childhood was full of stories like this—some good, many painful.

Looking back, I carried a lot of trauma and pain. Even now, I struggle to show emotion without feeling weak. I had no therapist, and I wasn’t taught how to cope with mental pain except through fighting. Fighting is the one thing I learned well, whether it was for my goals or to keep going as a man. This fighting spirit was all I had—no connections, no shortcuts, just grit.

Moving Out of the Hood 

At 15, I met the love of my life, who is now my wife. We were high school sweethearts, prom king and queen, and she made me feel like I finally had something meaningful. At 18, we had our first daughter, and I faced a choice. I dropped out of college in my freshman year, hitching a ride back to Maryland, and began raising my family.

I had no connections, no safety net, but I was determined not to raise my children in the environment I grew up in. After working a string of jobs and moving from apartment to apartment, my wife and I saved enough to get a place just outside DC, in Seat Pleasant, Maryland. It wasn’t the ideal neighborhood, but it was home, our first step forward.

By this time, we had our first son, another on the way, and our daughter. Still, we faced challenges. Our children’s bikes were stolen, and at one point, our only car was stolen, leaving me stranded without a way to work.

Eventually, we managed to save enough to move into a new home, where we could finally give our kids the life we never had. By then, we had four beautiful children. We weren’t wealthy, but we were stable, working-class people providing what we could afford. Life was good. We joined a new church community and built a happy home.

My childhood was shaped by poverty, and I witnessed the reality of the inner city firsthand. But now, I was experiencing something different—what I thought “wealth” looked like: security, stability, and the chance to give my children a better life.

Learning from failure

As A man I did exactly what I had to to make sure my kids never had to face the same struggles I faced. I made sure food was always on the table, made sure every christmas my kids got a new pair of shoes, and I made sure they had toys to play with, and stayed in sports. I love being a dad.

I also made sure I stayed in my safe job. At first I began producing music in my house, but eventually gave up on this for a while to devote all my attention to raising my children, it was not until I was in my forties, and ¾ of my children were in college, until I dedicated my self to pursuing content creation as a youtuber full time. Honestly, it was stupid and scary. There were times I thought about returning back to work because I did not have money to pay my bills, and I did not know what else to do, but eventually I caught my big break. I finally broke through on my channel and was able to achieve success, even generational success. I went from barely making minimum wage on my channel, to earning five figures consistently every month. There were times I made more in 3 months, then I used to make in an entire year of working, all from content creation, and all from the skills I had to teach myself, through trial and error.

I finally made it.

What's next? 

As I move forward, my goal is to help others grow as content creators and transform their lives. I want to pass on what I’ve learned to anyone ready to take that step. Just like I promised in the early days of my channel, "As I grow, I want you to grow with me." True success isn’t just personal gain; it’s lifting others along the way.

The Bible reminds us, “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up” (1 Thessalonians 5:11). That’s the heart of this journey—building something meaningful together. By helping you develop your skills and create a path toward financial freedom, we’re both winning, step by step.

Who knows where we’ll be in the next year or the next decade? But one thing is certain: I’ll keep pushing for growth, caring for this community, and sharing whatever knowledge I can. Despite what you’ve faced or how you see yourself, know that you’re capable of incredible things. If no one else has told you, hear it from me: I believe in you, and I’m honored to be on this journey with you.