I started on walls.
SAMO© was the spark — cryptic messages sprayed on SoHo streets.
Then the canvas became my battlefield. My voice. My roar.

I painted like I couldn’t hold it in.
Royalty, jazz, history, Black identity, capitalism, chaos.
Symbols and crowns. Anatomy and anger. Language and noise.
Everything meant something. Especially what looked like it didn’t.

I burned fast, but I made noise that still echoes.

This profile is a tribute to the rebel spirit. To the ones who create without permission.
To the ones who bleed brilliance before the world’s ready for it.

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