The other day, my wife hit me with something profound: "You didn't choose music; it chose you." While many grow up dreaming of a life in music, my dreams were all about skateboarding—leaping down stairs and grinding on concrete ledges. But when that chapter closed, music unexpectedly filled the void. It started as a hobby, a bit of fun, then quickly spiraled into something deeper, almost an obsession. Whenever someone asks if I felt called to this path, the answer is a resounding yes. I feel like God reached out to me, guiding me to spread the Gospel through Heavy Rock and rap. I've come to believe that God has a knack for picking the most unexpected people to achieve remarkable things. Now, as I stand at the threshold of releasing my 15th album, it feels like I'm just getting warmed up. My hope is that these songs can either be a beacon of light pulling someone out of darkness or simply ignite a fire within you to keep moving forward.