Before I had words for who I was—I had sound. I had rhythm. I had feeling. And that was enough to begin. – King Esseen Music didn’t just accompany my story—it scored it. From Saturday mornings filled with Stevie and Sade, to late-night sample flips and freestyle ciphers in basements that smelled like vinyl and vision—sound has always been the heartbeat of my memory. But it wasn’t just the songs. It was the stories behind them. The …