I am a fighter, who am I? Raised in Vancouver's East Side, I've watched the world as if it were a movie; runtime infinity. I have seen in sound and I have heard in colour. A struggle to make ends meat, I grew up hungry, possessing an insatiable appetite for challenge and devouring food for thought.
aka Roman, who am i?
I am not a single or final identity. I am a thinker, a strategist, a creative, and a warrior. Hell hath no fury like a man whose back is against the ropes in the 12th round. It's the 11th and I've just caught my second wind. You can't stifle me with restrictions or box me in; I'll expand my mind to create room for opportunity. In a saturated market of duplication, recycling and resampling noise fills the air. I block it all out, with my head to the beat and my finger on the pulse, I throw down a remix. Check one, two.
I am not but one thought nor one individual. I am a brother, lover, and friend. I am a hero and a villain. I will always be better than I was yesterday, because hindsight is 20/20 and I will improve on my last victories.