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Cicatrix (Imsicker.net)

Cicatrix (Imsicker.net)

Cicatrix (Imsicker.net)


From Cicatrix's official website, www.imsicker.net : Every rapper has their biography, as every rapper has their story. This, this is my story. I was born in Utrecht, a city some 10 minutes away from Amsterdam, the city famous for its prostitutes and potheads. Okay, they got cheese and tulips as well. But let's face it, cheese and tulips would probably seem a bit out of place in a rap biography. 'The dam - it turns saints into sinners', that's what they say about the place. Read more on Last.fm
From Cicatrix's official website, www.imsicker.net : Every rapper has their biography, as every rapper has their story. This, this is my story. I was born in Utrecht, a city some 10 minutes away from Amsterdam, the city famous for its prostitutes and potheads. Okay, they got cheese and tulips as well.

But let's face it, cheese and tulips would probably seem a bit out of place in a rap biography. 'The dam - it turns saints into sinners', that's what they say about the place. Me, I never had the chance to put that theory to test. 5 days after my birth my parents picked me up and departed with me to Sudan.

My Moms was born in South Africa and my Dad was born in The Netherlands himself. He'd often travel around for work to third world countries and the times that he wasn't gone by himself for long periods of time, we'd go with him. This is how I'd end up spending my life in Sudan, Vietnam, Cambodia, Sierra Leone, Ghana and South Africa to name a few. Whilst living in these countries I heard of, saw and experienced things which too many people in the world are kept blinded from.

On my way to school I saw handicapped children being kept out of school by their parents to go beg on streets and crowd our car as soon as we stopped at any traffic lights, I got to know people whom once had to sell their children to get money to survive, I had friends that got kidnapped and friends that got stabbed or shot and killed, often for as little as a middle class phone or a few bucks. They'd be at school one day and the next day be gone and stay gone, only for rumors of what had happened to them to take their place. A portion of the drama also took a toll on my life; I got into arguments and fights over, what seemed to me, to be little things, and get cut or stabbed whilst at it. I got involved in house breaking and drug dealing, usually not because I needed the money desperately, because I was never a materialistic person, and let's face it, the money I gained from it was never much, but merely to gain street cred and raise my rep. I ended up spending time locked up as I was detained by the cops, spend time in court, and put my parents through hell.

But worst of all, in one of these countries, a girl that I had grown to fall in love with immensely was raped and murdered. An incident in my life that caused the years thereafter to be filled with guilt, anger, frustration and emptiness. However, regardless of all the drama I experienced in those countries, through being in these places, I also gained the most important aspect of my life. An aspect that is often described by using merely 3 letters, yet, to me, it means so much more: RAP. I first started rapping in Ghana, when I had just turned 12 years old.

I had written song lyrics before, but had always sung them, never rapped. Rap was like a new world for me. A world that made me feel like I could conquer the world, and no longer be conquered by it. It was a skill that made me feel like anywhere I went, I was confident that I could do something that no-one else there could.

Or at least, not as well as I could. This confidence grew more and more as my rap skill improved more and more. Over time, as more drama entered my life, I had to find ways to gain faith from something and had to find something to channel all my pain, but also happiness, into. This something became rap.

Rap became my person psychologist, always there in the form of a pen and a pad; A microphone and a beat. Everywhere I went, I had lyrics repeating over and over in my head, taking any tangled up thoughts and emotions I had, straightening them out and digesting them. At school, all the boys that worked had class notes in their books. The boys that didn't work had drawings and doodles in their books or simply left their books plane and empty. My books were all filled to the brim with lyrics.

I didn't care about English, didn't care about History and didn't care about Chemistry. The only English I was interested in, were the words that I'd put down on the paper to make Chemistry with one another and assist me in making History myself. And so, that became my prime focus. As the years went on, I ate, drank, slept, and even shat rap.

Always keeping each single one of my senses on the look out for things I could use to invent clever wordplays, similes or metaphors. Whilst other kids focused on playing sports and playstation games, I always focused most on words. Playing chess with words, that was my game. Now, I'm nearly 19 - An age that may be seen as still quite incapable by most of the world. But me, I'm ready to take over that world.

As one of my favourite quotes goes: 'Age is nothing but mind over matter; if you don't mind, it don't matter', and I certainly don't mind. If you can dream it, you can do it. And I, I have been dreaming for what seems to be an eternity. It's about time my dreams came true. Read more on Last.fm.

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