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  • A young story was told of a small middle child growing up in a broken home, a child where his only escape was his mind, that child is now 19 years down the road, and he's living a normal life, and that child happens to be me.
    Matthew Waters, age 19
    Ethnicity: Native American,
    Place of living: Pine Ridge Reservation, One of the poorest reservations in the state.

    Sound Cloud page for music:
    Youtube and Reverbnation are still in the works of getting things togethere
    (Its hard being independent)

    When I was young I lived in a world of Alcohol, Abuse, and Drugs growing up was tough, but my mothers mind was in the right place, and so was my father. But this didn't last long, Alcohol and Abuse hit my home hard, I lived in the country where it was quiet, a small 2 bedroom home in the middle of nowhere. It was tough out there living on a month to month paycheck of only $300 to give to 3 needy children, I was one of them, my two other siblings weren't born at the time, My father was first to fall victim to drugs and alcohol, and we ended up moving from to place to place all over South Dakota. My mother made the decision to longer include our Father in our life, so she kept us from him, but that only caused my mother to work harder, I was only 9 at the times when we ended up homeless some days, and had to move into our Aunts basement, we lived there for 2 years before they got tired of us, and we had to move again, these times were tough for all of us.
    This was life changing for me. When I was young and ignorant I took it the hard to most, after my mother found a job and a place to stay, I was damaged and broken on the inside, all the things I've seen, and the things we all went through I didn't know how to react, being worried about constantly having money, and a place to eat, and some food to eat and always having to transfer, but now the next second everything's alright I did not know how to react to this, soon enough I repeated what my Father did and fell to alcohol and drugs, all these were the hardest things for me to do was think, it took me a total of a year of treatments and sobering up, I was in withdrawal and depressed, I didn't wanted to relapse at the same time I didn't know how to deal with my feelings.

    I contempt suicide, but it was difficult to ignore the thoughts, and the emotions where to the point I attempted 3 times, some would call it luck I survived that last one I ended up overdosing, I call it a second chance, I needed a way to vent, so then I started writing things down on a piece of paper, I started drawing and I drew pictures and wrote little stories that went with them, then one day I started hearing about rapping on the radio, listening to other artists then next I started listening to beats and instrumentals, I started to put pieces of stuff together, I started writing things down from the good times to the bad times, and I started rapping to a beat, at first I was little rusty I was 14 at the time, I needed to get things done so I went and performed my first local concert, got advice from other artists, I was mad at myself for not trying hard, for not sounding good, then my "home-boy" told me about a device, an instrument called "auto-tune" I was pretty happy with the results, but then I started listening to the radio, music videos and other local artists, and I was following another artist on youtube, and he decided to quit rapping, So then I realized I need to sound different I need my own unique style, I needed something strong, I told myself using auto-tune like every other rapper in the world isn't going to get you there, its barely even your own voice.
    I was 16 at the time, and I was a young, rowdy funny kid, I thought of an idea on how to record music, I grabbed a laptop the school gave me, and a microphone from a guitar hero set and I got to recording, that's when I released my first mixtape, 'Tales from the Darkness' its filled with a bunch of random tracks and I got with a team and we called ourselves Distruxion Muzik, and if you google, 'skylocc distruxion muzik' you can hear some of our old stuff, but you see the new sound wasn't working for me, the mic was bad, and our group Distruxion Muzik was no more, everybody left there was 6 in our group but 2 of them were brothers, but one died from a car accident, and the other couldn't take it and he left, (4 left) a month later, one got into smoking weed and went to dealing, (3 left) and another one got tired of it and didn't want to do it anymore (2) and last was the one who helped founded the group, he was my bestfriend but he stopped being the manager and gave me the old mic, (1 left) and that is me.
    I never gave up on my music, I stopped trying to rap about drugs, sex, money, and things I don't have, I looked back at my life, and said to myself, "I need to keep it real as I can" so 2 years later of being independent I started my own technique and a strong skill and I applied it lucidly, I changed my former rap name into something that I put together.

    Matthew Waters, Rap name: Stalker (strong technique applied lucidly killing every remedy)
    goal: to make music about the real stuff going on in life, to talk about real stuff,
    rules of making music: Never rap about gangs, Never talk about things you don't have (money, hoes etc....)
    Never use auto-tune, its a voice, its part of who you are, never try and hide it from the world.

    My name is Matthew Waters, I've made a lot of music that helped shape me into the person I am, the music I create is something I want, not only I achieved my personal goal, but I achieved and made myself better, music became a place to vent in. I perform live shows, I love to make other people feel good with my music, and I expanded from rapping to singing to rock to indie. All these things are now what I do, I would have never made it if I never made music.

    I'm a rapper on the reservation, and I'm still trying to get through with what I can, even if its a cheap mic, and I'm doing it alone, but one day hopefully I can change the world with my music.
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