This isn’t just a blog — it’s a confession. I trapped my entire identity in my music because I didn’t know who I was without it. Every song I’ve ever made is a piece of my story — the heartbreak, the self-destruction, the mistakes, the moments I almost didn’t make it out.
But telling the truth this loud comes with a price.
My music has cost me friendships. Turned allies into enemies. Some people say I’m dangerous, others say I’m delusional — but I don’t have the luxury of caring.
I’m the last of my bloodline. The only hope my family name has left.
This blog breaks it all down — track by track, album by album — exposing the real story buried beneath the beats.
Because the truth is, most artists hide behind the music. I never had that option. My songs hold my biggest regrets, my darkest nights, my loudest lessons. And if you’ve ever felt lost, betrayed, addicted, or stuck pretending to be something you’re not — my story might feel a lot like yours.
If you want the unfiltered version of how I got here — and how I almost didn’t — welcome to Becoming August Wild.
Becoming August Wild 