Born in an ambulance in Fresno, CA, some of my earliest memories were of visiting my father in prison starting when I was around 5. My idea of what it meant to be a man was shaped by those visits, where I would approach a tall fence with barbed wire, behind which were my dad, his friends, and relatives lined up facing me, looking swole and hard.  Raised by a single mom in Merced, I grew up on the streets in and out of trouble. If it wasn't for my mom planting seeds in me early, I would probably be dead or in prison. God took my anger and turned it into a passion for creating music. Now I live in Merced with my wife and four children, pursuing that calling: making music that leads people to Christ and glorifies God.