Growing up under the streetlights of Lynn, MA, I\'ve experienced one hell of a rollercoaster ride. I\'m just glad I\'m still alive to write about it. As a kid without a father figure in my life, I strolled down a lot of dead end streets. Instead of learning how to go around these streets and take short cuts, I went straight through them. I\'ve survived some rough times but make no mistake about it, I\'m scarred for life. From fighting and stealing to hustling and overdosing on drugs to being stabbed with ice picks and machettes to watching my childhood friends all die right before my eyes, this city has gotten the best of me. Through it all, the worst tragedy I ever had to face was the death of my father that I never got to meet. His plane crashed off the coast of Martha\'s Vineyard about 7 years ago. I still remember being on that beach searching for him, praying he was somehow still alive. That was the beginning of Dark Dayz. All my bad experiences through the years were building up and were compound by the death of my father. It also opened up a part of me I didn\'t know I had. I met the other side of my family while I was on the Vineyard looking for him. I met my sister, grandmother, grandfather, cousins, aunts, etc. It was crazy! But when I got back to Lynn, I went into a downward spiral. I started using drugs again and using heavily. At the same time, writing about it and just venting about everything that was happening in my life. When you listen to this album, you will be right there, on the island, in the hospital bed, or inside the picture I paint.