Mr.J.Allen Poe

From the age of three ive been doing music more so instrumentally and as an artist preparing and perfecting for today. Writing my first rhyme at the age of 9 playing the drums, and all percussion instruments that came my way and have studied upon. My family is like music band that never got assembled which we had a drummer (me), trumpet, trombone, piano, sax player, and a singer. But me and my cousin the only ones carrying on this music thing. Me, being the lone one doing this music, have had a lot of hardship in my life facing lights out in the house, (not including hurricanes) fighting my way outta school every day, facing and seeing my family argue everyday, shot at and almost faced my mother's death of diabetes before the age of 5. So far..its been pretty cool. Growing up listening to Trick Daddy and Two Live Crew making a way for Hip-Hop in Miami and reaching to me to go and do the same in my direction. But always out of the ordinary stretching the limits, I went outside the box and listen to my first Uptown artist which was artist from Isley Brothers, Rick James, Parliament Funk, N.W.A Biggie, Erik-B and Rakim, Geto Boys, 8Ball and MJG, Outkast, Dr.Dre, Nas, e.t.c, and the list goes on that just have a big influence in my life musically but the one that had her doubts but never told me to give up on what im focused on. To always stay on the right course and big motivator, is three lady catears I like to call them, my mother, my godmother, and my aunt . My mother wasn’t the first to get on board but always the one that stood beside me no matter. I mean aint that what mothers are for? They got me in the church playing the drums, doing Christmas plays, having me watch the musicians and singers and study on the music of choir rehearsals to get the feel and understanding of music where I had to go after every beat after ear without playing notes. Also where I didn’t want to go to at times because I was seeing fony and fakes already sitting beside me before I turned 6. My mother always taught me, in her Jamaican slang, ‘Son ya beta watch wit fa whom you a keep around ya..there nothing but crosses and they will get ya if ya continue on’, and that has stuck with me ever since. On January of 01, my mother’s sister, my aunt Iris was buried and from my mother, that was the one woman I could go to and talk about whatever and also saved me from a lot of butt whippings in the meantime. But I grown so close and gotten so much knowledge and understanding from her just wishing that I had her now to get me thru the troubles and struggles I have. But realizing that I had to grow up and be the man, has taken a toll not having it be a job but something I had to become since my father wasn’t there much just gambling most of our rent shortly after my aunt pass getting kicked out our house then having to shack up with my godmother for a few months til we got back on our feet and really was in a struggle being by ourselves from there on. Moving over to Carol City 37th ave APTS(Compound) and staying there the next 10 years. From living there, grown me more into the man you see today. From not having a father not wanting to see their own kid, the streets, sports, and my godfather filled that void for me but not claiming no other father then the one above me that I pray to every morning. After dealing with and graduating schools (Parkway Elementary, Carol City Middle, Carol City High), now dealing with Devry University, moved my mother to better life in Georgia with my other aunt. Had to stay there for a while and hustle my way on a greyhound back home to MIA for my life, she being good, school and most of all...THIS MUSIC BABY!!! So now preparing for 09 that’s coming with so much stuff you would expect it but wont like how Diddy keep changing his name or nobody aint signing a Miami artist, my girl(my life), and to bring out..my pain of the story nigga.