This is us. This is my crew. This is the Brotherhood of Men. There was four of us know there’s three, but thats all water under the bridge. One down three left and we’ll represent till or death. Were brothers bonded by blood. The things we’ve been through together could fill the pages of books. We survived poverty, drugs, gangs and jail. Were each others body guards, mentors and confidants. One day when I write my life’s story I’ll reveal the secrets that we hold.

We are KNOXTRIBE.

Hey every one. How are you all treating life? I’m having a wonderful time filming my show. I cant say the title just yet so instead I figured I’d sneak you a peek at whats up and coming. I’m not allowed to have a camera on set and it took me a lot of effort to download this photo for you. I hope this will keep the fire burning a little longer. I feel like “James Bond”. I might get in trouble for this but you gal’s and guy’s are worth it:) Much love.

Peace@Blessings; Artist.

No matter how busy I am or how much traveling I do. I am and will always be Daddy. The fame is wonderful, the money is great. But my most important role in life is to set the proper example for my son. To give him the tools he needs so that he will be equipped to deal with his reality. To spend as much quality time with him as possible, and give him the love, the support he deserves. I take fatherhood seriously, its the best thing that has happened to me. When my son was born I was scarred half to death. As I watch him grow my soul drinks from the streams of satisfaction. I am Daddy Day Care and proud of it. As long as I’m alive I’ll never let him fall.

This is where I was born and bread. On these very streets I lived loved and lost. Most of all I’ve loved and gained, evolving into the man that you see today. Carefuly navigating the road blocks and pit falls of life that (if were not careful) will get you caught up. Some of us never make it out of this five mile radious. I say us because weather we fold, fly or fall. We all know some one who has become a victim of these very streets I stand on. I love my hood I’ll rep my hood, every day I live I’ll remember my hood.

Shout out to 74th&Brighton, Florence&Normadie & St Andrews Park.

This is dedicated to all those who perished in the quest to become what we are. Some misguided or others lacking the understanding of  the fragility of life. What ever the perception may have been, the hear and know is all that registers. What ever we leave behind on this journey gets dissolved. Leaving one to hope for the best. The relief comes in knowing that “its all relative”. No matter were we start, it ends the same. We all have our way to choose and its once appointed for one to loose. In our loosing my the victories be sweet. May we grow in love with every beat. This is for the souls I’ve loved along the way. May your tomorrow’s be as bright as your today’s, and the the mistakes of your past be washed away.

Dedicated to ; My brother, My Grandmother, My Cousion’s, My Friend’s.       R.I.P

“I WILL NEVER FORGET”