What started off as a photo to promote the new Camo shirts in stock, ended up inspiring to make a different type of post. I felt like it was a better idea to include and show love to the people who got me started. My parents. Donald and Maria Henderson, the founders and creators of the hustle machine that lives in me.
Growing up in the projects known as "YALE ACRES" in Meriden, CT, my parents had the party spot. People from all over would come my parents place to party in the basement. My father was a well known and respected emcee from Waterbury, CT. With my mom being 17 and father 19 when they gave birth to me allowed me to grow up with my parents and as their first born we all learned a lot together. There is a deep story to be told about my family. However, the story is still being written.
From an early age, I can remember my father dealing with different producers and DJ's. He was always writing in his notebook, or playing on an old Yamaha keyboard. He always had sampler hardware, and a 4 track recording device. He started letting me play with his equipment around 12 years old. He would put me on the spot and make me freestyle rap. Every car ride with him was a learning session because his musical taste was all over the place and still till this day, I'm influenced by those car rides.
My father always had insight. We moved from CT when i was 13 years old, and my father saw something huge. Something HUGER than we could imagine. So Virginia was the move. People would ask me if my parents were in the Military being that Virginia Beach was known for a high residency of military families. I would tell them, "No, my parents just wanted a change." Nineteen years later, I look back and I am thankful for that move. It killed me to leave my friends and family, but it was something happening that was bigger than what we knew. The seeds that were planted and grown here and seeing all the things thats happening now for me in VA gives me full understanding of that vision.
My last year living in CT, I remember my father in tears because my Mom was telling him that it's time to let his dreams go. When I look back at that day sitting in the back seat of a blue Plymouth Neon, I vowed to myself that I would carry that torch that my father lit. I was going to continue the legacy that he began. Whats even crazier is that he was the same age that I am now. This was shortly after he opened up a show for Wu-Tangs Cappadonna.
Despite all we've been through as a family, my parents have played a key role into keeping me going. I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for their constant support and believing that I can make it in whatever I put my mind to. It's too soon to tell the full story but when it's told, it'll really shock the world. Shoutouts to my parents for being my best friends!! #grindpray