“this is more than a bio… It’s a rite of passage. A story carved out of love, pain, family, loss, music, and survival.”
the world is yours
“Before the bars, before the heart break and before the clarity…”
Before the bars, before the heart breaks, before the clarity… there was a young boy ascending by way of piss-stained elevators in Brooklyn, dreaming through the noise. From the fire hydrant summers of Gowanus Projects to the soul-searching streets of Queens, to the hard truths learned under Georgia pines—this is more than a bio… It’s a rite of passage. A story carved out of love, pain, family, loss, music, and survival. If you want to understand the artist, you have to understand the man. And this is where that journey begins.
“Brooklyn made me tough, but it also made me tender. It taught me how to feel and how to express. That duality? It never left.”
brooklyn, ny
I was born in Mercy Medical Hospital on Long Island, but I was raised in the heart of Brooklyn—Gowanus Projects—where the elevators smelled like piss but still took us up, the windows were covered in bars yet and still gave us a view. Through it all there was a sense of unshakable community. Familiar faces, open doors, a neighborhood that felt like family. That’s where my love for my people… and my grit… was born.
BROOKLYN MADE,
GRIT FORGED
Life wasn’t always picture-perfect—my parents often worked late, and sometimes those nights got lonely. I found my escape in lyricism. That’s where it all started. At 9 years old, under the guidance of my older stepbrothers Jayquwane and AJ, I learned to turn emotion into language.
We’d mimic R&B groups, harmonizing Donell Jones, Carl Thomas, and Santana’s "Maria Maria," singing love songs with hearts too young to fully understand—but souls that already resonated.
Brooklyn made me tough, but it also made me tender. It taught me how to feel and how to express. That duality? It never left.
queens, ny
“It’s safe to say that Queens didn’t just raise me, it made me wise...
It gave me a compass.”
At 11, we moved to Queens—first near Jamaica Ave, where the heartbeat of the block was fashion, flirtation, and feeling everything too deeply. It was here I first tasted what I thought was love. I broke a heart in 5th grade, then had my own shattered years later in high school.
At 15, I met a girl who grew to become the deepest connection of my life during our chapters together, a relationship that stretched across 8 years. It taught me how to nurture something real… also, how to walk away when it’s time to grow separately.
Queens Raised, Lessons carved
Queens slowed me down, gave me room to think. At age 13, we moved to Addesleigh Park—a historic neighborhood once home to legends like Jackie Robinson, Lena Horne, and W.E.B. DuBois. I like to think their spirits lingered in the air, influencing me, sharpening my purpose. I fell in love with reading. It helped me understand, process and start to craft my principles to live by. That and wisdom passed down from mentors, from my grandmother, from heartbreak and healing alike.
Growing up, my oldest brother didn’t live with us, but he visited and stayed with us often. He was militant. Presidential. He taught me about character—about what it means to be solid. He went to prison, survived being shot and had to learn to speak again as a result. He was fearless and lived up to the nick name “Jungle”.
Eventually he became a father and made great effort to redirect his life, however, as fate would have it, he would still end up succumbing to gun violence.
I still recall countless memories of us in St. Albans, Queens working on, listening to and discussing music. We once broke a couch fighting over him wanting me to pursue being an artist. Today, many lessons I’ve learned from him have fueled my ambitions and his legacy continues to shape how I view men I befriend and women I choose to love.
It’s safe to say that Queens didn’t just raise me, it made me wise. It gave me a compass.
a NEW YORKER IN ATL
I was told by a mentor that this gift—this pen, these words—they’re not just for me. If you love something, set it free. That’s why I release this music. It’s therapy. It’s memory. It’s code.
Before leaving Queens, I quit my job to pursue entrepreneurship. I built a client base offering marketing services—enough to get by after the rough stretch that followed the pandemic. Through it all, I never stopped making music, even if only for my self (so I thought).
Eventually, my old job reached out and offered me my position back—at a higher salary. I agreed, but under one condition: I was moving to Atlanta, with or without them. I had no plan, just faith, willpower, and business income. I was prepared to rent a room if I had to.
Atlanta Tried,
Faith Survived
But the stars aligned. A new boutique was opening in Atlanta, and they needed me. When? April 2022—the exact time I planned to move. That’s how I ended up in Georgia.
At first, it was beautiful. The suburban charm of Austell. The affordability compared to New York. My career took off—I got promoted.
But life had its tests waiting.
Fallouts with my dad. Toxic relationships. Friends I gave a home to, who later tried to ruin my name. Women who claimed purity but showed me the opposite. Every hardship became a chapter. Every test, a new verse in this story. But I had tools—Brooklyn’s grit and Queens’ principles.
Atlanta tried to break me. But it couldn’t. In fact, it sharpened me.
Today, I’m stronger. More centered. Living on my own. Stable. Focused. The trials showed me who I really am. As I stood in the storm, I learned not just to survive—but to be. Fully, truthfully, unapologetically.
I was told by a mentor that this gift—this pen, these words—they’re not just for me. If you love something, set it free. That’s why I release this music. It’s therapy. It’s memory. It’s code.
And it’s for you.
Welcome to the story. Let’s decode it together.
Enjoy.
FULL PERSPECTIVE
FULLER PERSPECTIVE
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THANK YOU
THANK YOU
IF YOU’VE MADE IT THIS FAR, THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND THE ENERGY YOU’VE SPENT EXPLORING THE DEPTHS OF THE ARTIST AND WHAT’S INSPIRED THE ART THUS FAR.
MY HOPE IS THAT YOU’LL STICK WITH ME THROUGH THIS JOURNEY OF DISCOVERING MORE OF THE WORLD, MYSELF, AND RELATIONSHIPS— AND TRANSLATING IT ALL INTO RAW ARTISTRY.
I LOOK FORWARD TO IT.
- RAMZIS II