Hello My Name Tyrique Perry but i go by Guapo 6x. I was born June 2, 1997. I’m the only child but that wasnt supoose to be. I had a little brother that died in his sleep when he 1 years old when i was 3. I never saw my biological father in my life til this day. My mom married some goofy man name Mich but I didnt look up to him at. My mom, grandma and auntie all raised me. I didnt have a role model to follow behind in my family. I was born in Atl but moved up to connecticut for a few years at the age of 2. At the age of 6, i was back down in the atl but for good. Everything seem cool those next 4 years until the age of 10. 2008 was the year I thought I was just dead. I lost my grandma to a heart attack January 11th and then September 4th, I lost my mom to a heart attack. I got the news from my mom about my grandma death but i was the first to find my mom dead. September 4th that morning, I woke up late and I just knew something was wrong because she woke me up every morning for school, i attended Stone Mountain Elementary from 1st to 5th grade. I get up to go to her room and all i heard was silence. I walked in and saw her feet hanging out the bathroom, up in the air as if she was on her back. Now mind you, Im only 11 i didnt know what to expect and how to take it. I called “Mom” 2 times and she didnt reply. I called “Mom” 1 one more time and she still didnt reply. So i walk up a little closer and looked in the bathroom and…. Saw my mom out cold. Thats When I Thought out loud, “My Life Is Over.” I was stuck in My tracks for 15 seconds. Man.. The feeling just took my whole wind away. I then started crying and Her husband was sleep but my crying woke him up. As The Ambulance came, I said to myself.. “Why Me? Why Me?” I was so hurt and mind blown. I just couldnt believe it I just couldnt. At her funeral, i cried but not as much as i did that morning. I tried to get ova the fact she gone but i just couldnt. A month later, My Mom’s godmom, Linda Ransom Casey,the mother of the twins in r&b group JaGGed EdGe, Brandon, who is my godfather, & Brian.aIn court my aunt was fighting for me but i was forced to reject my own blood. I know my aunt felt hurt i know she did. I couldnt understand but this lady spoke bad on EVERY family member of mine and that hurt me inside. She said, “they hoodlums and never did nothing with their life. I really didnt give a dam about my family being hood, from the bluff, or
nobodies, I just wanted to be with the people i know.
Thought life would be somewhat decent because i stayed with famous people. Boy Was I WrongCause She Finessed me with the money trying to make me feel good when really i didnt care about that. I just wanted the love my mom always showed me and the lack of that is why i am who i am today. After that day my mom passed away, I changed. I wouldnt talk to anybody at all, always looked down, My feelings vanished, i was cold hearted, didnt care about nothing, staying in trouble in school. The first year i went insane and lost my mind ententirely. Even though I was much of an ass in school growing up, I always had A’s & B’s. I Always Had Brains I Just stayed to myself alot. I turnt into a demon because i felt like everything i got close to will leave at anytime because you never know. I tucked my feelings away for years. While i was staying with my godmom, I was forced to do something. Whether it being band, sports, clubs etc. She told me straight up that i was doing something to pursue to a craft and success. I was entering 6th grade, at Shamrock what is called Druid Hills now, so you know you cant play sports. I said fuck it im going to do this band and see what its looking like. I got put on the french horn from jump just cause of how big my lips are. First year was shaky but towards the end of the year I got better and better. I practiced everyday for 2 hours a day, even saturday and sunday. Dont get me wrong i kind of didnt like it until my second year in the band at Freedom Middle. I turnt up at Freedom and ended up being the section leader all year. Then I attended Chamblee Middle 8th grade year. I really got suspended the most my 7th & 8th grade year because i jumped off the porch quite early. I was turning into something that is known within my family bloodlines… A Savage. My family was known strong up north in Hartford on the Perry Side And Oliver Side.My Grandma Married a Pimp lol name Purk Oliver and the Olivers were known as the hood, athletic bloodline. Troy Oliver, went D1 in football at Syracuse, is my blood cousin. The Perrys Was Known as the solid and smart bloodline. They Stayed In The Bluff and i did too but not as long because my mom wanted to bring me to Atl where there was opportunities. Me,not knowing i already had a passion for music, I just obeyed her commands. Thats where Ms. Casey went wrong trying to force me to do what she wanted me to do. I couldnt be my own person around her. I got sneaky on her, started leaving the house during nights and how heavy on the block with the gang. No im not part of no gang, im part of an organization called Growth & Development. I move righteous because im not labeled a gang banger no more. Back after 8th and 9th grade, i first joined because I didnt really care bout my life as i got older. I started running the streets late nights mobbing just chilling. Everybody always ask why i explain my issues and problems to my homies. Really i felt comfortable around them to be honest. I had homies to talk to when i was down about my moms. They always told me, “folk better days are coming, on nation.” Honestly i didnt even really know the lady like that for me to even have a bond. I stayed in trouble so she and her brother whooped me for them years i stayed with her. It wasnt regular punishment, she would hit me anytime she wanted to with a paddle, cords, brooms, switches, poles, you name it. Her brotha whooped me so bad, the neighbors heard my cries and called the police. I real deal felt like a slave and as the years went by, i told myself i have to get out of here as soon possible. My last year staying with her, I had to move with her back to Connecticut. Up there, it was just me and her in the condo. Waking me up every morning out my sleep just to whoop me just because. Sometimes she would just laugh and enjoy the torture. She made me sleep in her garage, forced to stand up all night until she say stop, writin sentences all night when i got in trouble. It wasnt even major trouble anyways just some minor. Thats my number one reason why i left. She talked to me any kind of way and call me all types of names. I didnt like her at all and i never ever had a good talk with her except when i first came to live with her. She made it seem like i was going to have the best life with her and my dumbass fell for it. At the end of the day, most of my intelligience come from her actually helping me in school. I got good grades, stayed out of trouble, barely spoke to her unless she spoke and she still dogged me like i was her little bitch.
In Connecticut, went to school that required us to wear shirt, tie, blazer, khaki pants, and dress shoes everyday. Now knowing me, I definitely wasnt rocking with it. I really hated dressing up i honestly did but i still looked good at the end of the day. I Was there for a few months and when i had the opportunity to get up out of her sight for good, I took the chance. Two days before i left, my auntie hit me up on facebook asking if i was good. Told her, “hell no auntie i need to leave asap.” My auntie always came through for me no matter what situation im in. She sent for me and i was on a flight instantly two days later that morning. I dressed as if im going to school and instead of walking to school, i hit the hospital that one of my females cousins, on the Oliver side, worked at. I stayed there until my other cousin came to scoop me and once she came, i got a ride to the airport. Once i was on the plane, i was free but only for certain amount of time.
I touched down in north carolina and from there it was a lituation with auntie,my little brother, and little sister.(They my cousins but we close like that) Felt like the old days, she stay buying me dummy clothes and always made sure i was dripping. I was having a great time until a week later, police pulls up to her house asking for me. She put a warrant out on me as a run away. I was like, “shiidd she can do that but im not going back with that crazy, evil lady.”
Police picks me up and take me to a foster home. I was there for a day, and my godmom had my cousin, Syreena, on the Perry side, come drive to the foster home. On the way back to Atl, I didnt speak i just kept my head down the whole ride back. Syreena said i had to go back and i looked at her with anger and hurt, she knew that i didnt want to go. So she called the cops and i explained the whole situation. I never told anybody these things because i was afraid of the consequences. The cop told i wasnt going back after my story i told him. I ended up in defax custody for 8 months strong until my cousin, Syreena, could get herself together so she could get custody of me. She was really the only family member that came to my rescue when i needed it most and thats why I love that ladYewith my heart. I been here 3 years now and im doing much better. While Staying here, she told me straight up the street mentality has to chill out. So i did like she told me to do and actually sat down and had a conversation wiyh myself. I finally came to the conclusion that just because my mom and grandma gone, doesnt mean i should just act a fool and blame her death on my actions. I thought to myself, “I have to get right and become that wonderful man my mom and grandma always wanted me to be. I had to suck it up and get my priorities straight. After i had that talk with myself, I started doing much much better. Yes i graduated and I got my diploma. It took her 8 months and i felt like i was in jail ready to get bonded out. Thats the only family member that actually gave a dam about me. I hope this music do the talking for me. Music is my passion and i want to pursue my dream and make one shock world. I got alot more to work on but for a begimner that only has been rapping since this summer i think im pretty decent. Check out my songs please. I did a new single about my mom called Takeya Chamell Perry. Im a Brother of The StruGGle but i hope and pray i glo and get a chance to do what i love doing best, and thats putting my heart and effort into this music.