He was never meant to survive. A father who vanished, a mother lost in her own chaos, a boy tossed between cities, schools, and fists. Every hallway was a battlefield, every classroom a reminder he didn’t belong. The world laughed at the skinny white kid who dared to rap—until he turned every wound into weap… Continues…
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