I couldn't just make beats anymore. Anyone who has known me longer than 3 years remembers a version of me who literally wanted to do nothing but make beats. The mask was real... and I stayed hidden. While I was producing for lots or artists, I was still a kind of "myth" or "fable"... some of my interns later told me stories of conversations they had with people guessing who I was, or if I even existed. I preferred it that way. Over time, a few things happened that started me on the path to learning more about why things are the way they are here. The figurative "pot holes" in our communities, the social and political issues here, and most importantly, how all of these issues connect to a few key problems here. I was in rooms/meetings, seeing patterns of clear and willful ignorance, a serious lack of empathy, and more that played into the lack of growth and divisions in our city. My first response was, well, let's just say, it was very hopeful. My second response was to do what I do best: Simply create or inspire the solutions. There is no mouth hole on my mask for a reason. I'd have to speak with my actions. #OneWayOrAnother Just know this. I scroll through social media and see the same frustrations worded in a hundred different ways. You're not alone... and some of us have mobilized these frustrations into solutions. And we're working hard AF to make them happen. Salutes. PS. This is an old pic, our first billboard. This is when we set it all off, and had to make a statement that we were here.