As many of you know.........I am going to be launching a blog next month called hip hop on da real!  The blog is going to cover the latest news in hip hop, tips on e-mail marketing, and building your artist brand! Be sure to subscribe for your monthly issue! 

For years I have struggled with networking with others because I am a natural introvert.  I have always dated women who were social butterflies because of my inability to connect with people and sell products.  This year I have found different methods that work with getting views on my music videos and post.  I have cracked the code on Soundcloud, Facebook, Instagram, and Youtube.  I am still working on Pinterest and Twitter.  At this time I have discovered methods to make my videos go viral and I want to teach them to you! Don't forget to subscribe to Hip Hop On Da Real 

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Alright guys I hope you enjoyed the juicy gossip about Boosie! Believe it or not I been hoping Boosie get it together after the case he caught back in 2011 or 2012!  Thank God he didn't become another Tupac! With that being said.....let's talk briefly about being raised in a multicultural family! 

As you can see in the photo above, my life started out as a test tube baby or invitro baby with a White grandmother who everyone confuses with the late Princess DIana.  She is not Princess Diana, she is her first cousin and married to the infamous "Rothschild" family! I am sure many people who have been blessed to know the family can confirm my statement. I ended up being thrown into an orphanage not ever knowing the original name I was given when I came out my mother's womb.  My life has not been full of a storybook fable in which I have lived a life of diamond's and pearls.  My life has been worse than a field slave in the summer time.

I was never truly excepted by the family who raised me! I am not going to go deep into that story for I agreed to not negatively speak about the woman who raised me! What I will say is my grandmother who hadn't seen me in over twenty years took me inside her home and hid me from the family who raised me for over a few years.  I love my grandma for everything she has done for me and I know it hurts her to ever tell me the real reason why I was thrown in an orphanage. I am sure she regrets what happened all these years and I probably answered her prayers when I showed up in a church where a good friend of hers attended.  For years I told people I am bi-racial or mixed race.  I have proven that you can have parents of different races or ethnicities and still come out looking straight African or Black! The one thing my grandma taught me is color means nothing in her family and I am loved regardless of my race! What are your experiences of being raised in a multicultural family!