DJ Psy

I have a nickname the "producer of the underground". Currently I create my own beats (which hip-hop producers partly do), then produce my own songs on them. Later, I make a compilation CD for people in my hood. Eventually mixing my songs into Club style mixes. All Made from my own crib. My producing style is west coast gangsta and old school. Although my MCing is mostly Hardcore gangsta, I got some flow from the south (example Ludacris). Last I currently DJ for small parties, but im weak at Djing the most. This is about my life: (which youll be hearin some in my music, and its really long :)) My life has had its hard times, and its good. I have a schitzophrenic dad who tries to kill himself a lot (once tried in front of me). Ive also been almost killed by him, twice (once by gun when I was 3, and 5 by accident). Ive been threatened by child services a couple of times, and almost been to the mental hospital once cause of my dad. I've always lived by Seattle, Washington, until I was 5 yrs. old. Like I said child services comes by, and told my mother and I to move out from my dad's place. So we moved to Southern California. Which is Woodland Hills (2 blocks of Calabasas and in San Fernando Valley. Also about an 1/2 by freeway to the city of LA.) My mom and I moved to my mom's mother's mobile home for about a year. Then lived across the street from them, who we bought the house from desperate people who sold the house for $7000 (worth $30000). I was lucky to go to Las Virgines School Disctrict, not the overcrowded LAUSD. I get about a private school education for free! Eventually my dad came to live with us again down here for a couple of years (until I was 11). When I was in 3rd Grade my close grandma died, and made me sorrowed. I love her, but she died from diabetes and kidney failure (also was in the hospital for a yr, and got both legs amputated.) When I was eleven my dad went crazy REALLY BAD (to the point of no return), and walked all the way to West Hollywood. He rented a motel room, and went crazier. He was naked, and ran through the streets of Lankershim. The police took him to the mental hospital (like many times). After that I never saw him again. He calls every other week, but cant see him cause of a restraining disorder. He smokes pot and cigarettes to calm his "voices" down. By that time I gained so much weight, not from eating but depression. I kinda stopped doing things I liked after my grandma died. I have barely any friends, only cause I dont want em not that no one wants to be one with me. I used to be really underweight, but right now Im really overweight. I got into hip-hop when I was 12, and all music for that matter. I decided to become a producer when I was 13. My mom has diabetes, fibromyalgia, and arthritis. She works as manager of a SEES Candies store (but don't get a lot), and basically only does that. Cause of all this I've taken antidepressents, and see a psychologist every other week. Now everything is ok, and getting brighter for me. I'm going through High School, and gonna be either an engineer, or a computer specialist only if producing or MCing doesnt go ok. Theres more, but this is enough