Moms made an 80's baby.
The 90's raised him hooked on American culture, arcade games, Back to the Future, and baseball dreams. A lefty with one thought: Throw this ball harder than the one before! Late 90's and a new love in Hip-Hop. And Drugs. That lust lead to a series of Groundhog Days.
Rehab. Cleanup. Relapse. Repeat.
Cleanup. Relapse. Rehab. Repeat.
The characters tribulations inspired the words and pages that became his escape. A world filled with stories from beautifully strange and misunderstood humans told in in the books he wrote, watching with impatiently wasted eyes, sitting, sedated.
Gazing at life, waiting for time to set him free.
Surviving this young destruction provided faith in second chances showing up more than twice in one wild ride.
Baseball turned into rap dreams.
A real investment in writing that started in ‘99 with his exceptionally talented school friend, guitarist and beat enthusiast.
The perfect outlet for his ink to connect with the love of Hip-Hop:
They were the BrokeKings.
The UK called and he followed with starry eyes, passion in his heart and love on his finger.
Never comfortable with settling down, always moving around, until a look over his shoulder showed the image of a life far from “home”.
He was alone amidst his mix-tapes from various bedroom apartments across London. Jumping between crazy bar-shifts and busy high streets, high strung on high grade, and high hopes of big dreams always around the next corner.
He got caught up in the big city life.
Eight years and some change later, strapped in on a turbulent flight back with his tail between his legs and enough insulin to keep him on his feet.
Who could have known it would take more than four years, two hospital emergencies, a fair share of heartbreak, and his family’s love to finally find his truth.
Words. Rhymes. Stories. Purpose. Passion. Love. Life.
The SilvaBlack story
