Loc-Poet

i go by loc poet, i started making beats when i was 12, locked in my room with my pc and cheap headphones, chasing sounds like they were secrets, stacking drums over pain, trying to turn silence into something i could talk to

my style dont fit no mold, it aint about flexing whats hot, i write like im talking to the world and myself at the same time, sharp and broken, ugly and beautiful, every verse a piece of my story, every beat a reflection of the kid with nothing but a dream and a screen glowing past midnight

the only person who really believed in me from the jump was my aunt, she pushed me when i didnt even know what i was doing, told me to keep creating when nobody else cared, i love her for that, shes the reason i found the courage to keep going

i look up to kendrick, not to sound like him, but because he showed me rap can be poetry, confession, protest, rap can be blood and church in the same breath, thats what i want my art to be, raw and human, alive and unpolished