Las Vegas wasn't exactly a fairytale for a kid. Growing up on the streets with my mom and two brothers, we learned to navigate the tough side of life. But there was always a gaping hole in our little crew. My father? Absent. I never knew him, and that hollowness became a constant companion. By 15, with a child of my own in my arms, I swore to carve a different path for my family. It wouldn't be easy. The streets had a grip on me, and I made mistakes. Jail doors clanged shut behind me for the first time at 18 in Las Vegas county jail. That experience was a harsh wake-up call. I hated jail. i wanted to never be there.Drugs entered the picture, a misguided attempt to numb the pain. Eventually, I hit rock bottom, but that's where the climb back up began. Getting clean and sober was the hardest battle I've ever faced, but with each day clean, the future looked a little brighter. Through it all, the dream of becoming a major hip hop artist never died. It fueled my fight to create a better life, a life where I could provide for my family and chase my passions. Las Vegas may not have the biggest hip hop scene, but with every rhyme I write and every beat I produce, I'm getting closer. Despite the challenges, there were bright spots. From 19 to 25, I did a six-month sentence but got out in four months for good behavior. That time gave me a chance to reflect and recommit to my goals. Then, at 24, my life changed forever. I met the love of my life, Dayliset Evans, and we've been married for going on 17 years. By 25, though, reality hit hard. With two kids to raise and no steady job, I was back on the streets, hustling to make ends meet. But through it all, there was music. That year, me and my younger brother and I started a local hip hop group called Lyrical Mindz. We were good, damn good. The crew was tight: Jonas Evans, aka V3gasboi, Christopher Kabew, aka Muney, Christopher Pritt. We even had JBUCC from Donna Crip and his younger brother T-Craze join the fold. T-Craze, .