RICH BREEZY

Yero, its the one and only Rich Breezy here! I’m posting to my official Hip-Hop homepage to announce that I am officially retired from Hip-Hop. It comes with humble defeat that I no longer wish to participate in long-standing hip-hop dream. It all started in 12/06. I was suffering from a toxic-psychosis induced by withdrawal from psychiatric medication and usage of psilocybin. I was hearing subliminal hallucinations while listening to “Eminem presents: The Re-Up”. At the time I was a victim of munchausen by proxy abuse and misdiagnosis. I had heard about Eminem’s childhood where he was also a self-proclaimed victim of munchausen by proxy. I had fractured my spine playing hockey, failed out of my pre-medical undergraduate program, broken-hearted from a nasty break-up, and was arrested for the first time. I was suffering from manic-depression. At the time almost 20-years old, it seemed like a great idea to try to catch the attention of Eminem while he was in retirement and pursue my dreams of being a musician. I was never musically talented growing up despite studying music appreciation in college; and only had a juvenile experience with percussion drumming. I really wanted to learn how to make my own hip-hop demos on my laptop with mixing software and my own microphone. I spent most of my time trying to write rhymes and make my own homemade DIY demos. I ended up becoming extremely paranoid and suffering a manic episode; afraid for my life by my own self-imposed fear. It was almost as if I wanted to “will” my dreams into reality but was so mentally ill that my friends new I needed to get help. I spent 90+ days in a very notorious in-patient mental asylum involuntarily after being 5150’d. After being released on high dosages of psych-meds I continued to try to pursue hip-hop feeling as if I was constantly inspired and my creativity was infinite desperate to catch the attention of established rappers to see if anyone would sense my potential despite having no real knowledge of the music industry. I continued to struggle psychologically over-medicated and trying to re-invent my identity as a rapper.

Fast forward to my late twenties, I had already become amusing to most of my friends for my Eminem superfan status, my public/house-party rapping performances, and my suspicion that somehow famous rappers were aware of who I am but they weren’t impressed with my flow. I would try my best to purchase studio times and would often scramble to complete a demo within an hour or two, all I could afford. I always felt that my real career would start when I was signed to a label recording contract, surrounded by professionals, and able to fully create masterpieces instead of low quality impromtu rushed recordings. As I got older my dreams seemed impossible. But I continued to always write and write constantly. I wanted the dream to materialize but I didn’t have the tools, experience, knowledge, or talent. The only thing that kept improving was my writing but my flow was something people would often describe as late and off-beat. The sound of hip-hop was starting to change dramatically from the early 00’s rap that I was used to. I watched over the years as hip-hop slowly died and was replaced by trap. And the music itself became less important and it seemed more like a criminal enterprise as more rappers continued to be murdered just as they had finally achieved their dreams of success. I felt overlooked, used for other rappers inspiration, and even felt like a victim of creativity theft from many different angles.

Then the Pandemic took place. My community was united in hope and I had made a connection with a local engineer. So I decided to use my relief money to record an album. I had an endless amount of poetry saved up. And I made a friend that did something no producer ever was willing to do. He agreed to supply the instrumental productions himself and he didn’t ask for any money in return. He just wanted the exposure and the experience. So I promised him 50/50 profits if it ever was successful. He was a great producer and he wasn’t a bad rapper himself but he didn’t have any interest as a rap duo when I pitched our group name “The Profits” to him. I recorded 30-minutes of acapella rhymes in one 3-hour session and one wrap up hour session following. I became good friends with the engineer and later down the line our humble studio location was transformed into the headquarters of a homegrown rap label and state of the art studio. So almost a year after “Idle Rival” EP was engineered by my producer, my producer gave me three more instrumentals that became the only 3-songs I recorded at the new hometown studio. It only generated $10 in 3-years. I had very few streams and no fans whatsoever. And I had even pissed off the local independent rap label, my producer friend too. Only my studio engineer continued to work with me despite his frustration with my timing and delivery of rhymes.

Almost 4-years after my debut EP and the unsuccessful 3-singles and I had never been so not in love with hip-hop. I absolutely hated Trap music. There was no emphasis on lyricism and originality. Every instrumental was an identical copy across the entire industry. I didn’t even listen to Eminem anymore because I honestly didn’t like his music message or sound. I was embarking on a spiritual path and he was embracing evil to his fullest. I felt like he was only concerned with stream success, money, and corrupting the minds of the youth. And I was bitter almost vengeful that I had become a failed rapper.

Nowadays, I am a sober man. I read the Holy Bible but I am far from a Saint even less a prophet. But back in the day I thought I was the center of the Universe. I thought my lyricism was levels above what anyone else was doing. I didn’t have the criminal mindset or the evil identity. And the hard truth that I have accepted was that I wasn’t good enough to be a respected famous rapper but it was the way I made the best of my situation and hardships. As I learned more about the Satanic nature of the music industry, and the organized crime reality of Trap music, and the terrible tragedies that often awaited an aspiring rapper, I decided that rap music just wasn’t for me any longer. I wanted to stay alive, I didn’t want to be perverted/victimized/blackmailed/extorted/ or sacrifice the people I loved. For me it always was and still is just a love for all music and a desire to be a real musician which I am not; I am just a writer and a vocalist. And I don’t have musical gifts or talents.

So with all that being said: I am sadly officially retired from hip-hop music. In my eyes, hip-hop is dead, Trap killed hip-hop, greed killed artistry, and evil rules the music industry at all levels. I am still very passionate about writing rhymes, and listening to 80’s, 90’s, & 00’s hip-hop. I never listen to any rap music released after 2012 unless its a random single from some random artist that I happen to think is alright or kind of good. I am not in any type of gang whatsoever, and I have never provided any information whatsoever regarding anyone to any type of law enforcement. I am just a poet. And I would like to believe I am a very good poet with a good voice, but I am not a musician. And it is too late for me to live out any of those dreams I had when I was 20 years old. I am a 40-year old grown man and I want to live a good life of abundance and integrity. I have adult responsibilities and obligations. And my dreams have long passed me by. I am not built for Trap music and I don’t like it at all. I feel sorry for all of those that have died in the name of Trap music and the evil music industry. I am a man of God. Jesus is King. And I am just an ordinary mortal human being. It was definitely fun trying to be a rapper though. I will always appreciate the strength of street knowledge. And I love hip-hop. But Hip-hop is dead. And I want to live my life.