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Jordan Wisniewski
Mr. King
English 1
17 February 2016
The Beginning of my Life
We all have a shell, or at least did previously in our life. This shell may not cover all of
us, but a certain part; a part true to you. The music I wrote was covered from the outside world. It
was a part of me that was real but never revealed. I had been writing for more than a year before
I broke that shell. It was a burden, holding me down. This is the story of me breaking that barrier.
This is the story of my era of my Hip Hop.
It was late 2015 and I was 15 and attending Heritage High School. I never found school
or the subjects we learned that interesting or worth my time. I did my schoolwork and kept good
grades but there was one thing that I loved. One thing that kept me going and I fear a world
without...Music. More specifically I loved nothing more than Rap. I believe it changed me and
made a better me. The culture, the sounds, the vibrant pictures that could be painted through
rhyming and funky beats. It was beautiful. Obviously not the radio stuff that give Rap a negative
connotation. However there was Eminem, Tupac, Nas, Biggie, Logic, Kendrick, J Cole, Kanye,
Jay Z, Wu-Tang, The list goes on and on. They gave meaning and emotion to the genre and they
built a better me.
I love all music but Rap was something I could connect with and understand. I could be
me and express the real me, but that was the problem, the expression. I never told anyone
because I was embarrassed. I had a notebook with over 200 pages of songs, lyrics, ideas, etc. All

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in over a years works. The papers were half torn, filled every inch with ink and led, but most
importantly, pictures that were shown through words.
One day, I was writing a verse and my friend Brandon came in unexpectedly. Brandon
was part of this club/record label called Heritage Records that took place at my school. I never
joined due to my shyness of my raps. Why are you doing Homework? He asked, Its Sunday
He laughed. Uhh I stumbled not knowing what to say or how to admit to what I was doing, I
couldnt think until Brandon noticed and snatched the paper out of my hand and started reading. I
sat and felt the colors rush to my face and sweat draw from my palms. Youre writing rhymes,
now? Dude these are really good. He said smirking and adding emphasis to the really. Wait,
really? I asked surprised as he nodded back, Jordan, you have to join Heritage Records. I
stood in disbelief with my jaw practically touching the floor. Not a chance, Brandon. He went
on about Mr. Bullock, the head of Heritage Records, and told me how he would love me and my
lyrics. I felt as if Id rather swim across the ocean than let people hear my lyrics and even worse,
perform them. I kept denying the offer and Brandon went home and I went to bed thinking of the
opportunities.
The next day I ran into Mr. Bullock at school and he stopped to talk to me. Hey are you
Jordan? Brandon was telling me about and your rhymes, style, and how dope you are. I didnt
know what to say, Brandon really put me in a bad situation by telling him about me. Umm
thanks but I dont really want to be a rapper. I just write We both knew that was a lie. You
know what, spit something right here and Ill tell you whether you should join or not. I denied
the offer and he asked again politely, and I just changed the topic. We talked about Hip Hop for a
little while before the bell rang and I went back to class. I totally blew it and hated myself for it. I
couldnt think during class because of it. I went home disappointed in myself and my fears.

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I got no sleep. The day before and its events were glued to the inside of my eyelids and it
gave me my own form of Insomnia. I couldnt let my dreams go, I couldnt let the opportunity
fade away. I jumped out of bed and got ready. I went to my dresser and had to put on the same
pants as yesterdays. I didnt really care, just hoped Mr. Bullock wouldnt notice. I walked into
the school got Brandon and went down to Bullocks room. The emotions were piling up inside
me, fear, anxiety, happiness, etc. Hey, I decided to come and spit something for you. He smiled
in excitement, nodded and leaned back. I cleared my throat, stalling trying to remember the first
words.
Ill beat this game called Rap/Ill be raking up plaques/Whose soul is dark and black/A
villain whos back/More diabolical with his dialogue than ever/Uh huh Im never/Giving in
again/Ill feel no pain/When I take the haters power, and douce their flame/Yea Youll hear my
name/As I rise and gain fame/I aint lame no more/Yea for sure/Im gonna make you love
me/Im gonna make you feel my rush/Im going to make hate me because you aint me/Youre
going to feel what I write/That or, you're gonna fear what I write/Yea Im white/Doesn't mean I
cant fight/Through this crap/To the top of this came called Rap. There was a pause of silence.
Jordan, that was dope, I think we need to sign you. He said as I stood in pure disbelief
and not knowing how to react. Later that week I joined Heritage Records and within a couple
weeks I was signed to the label. Spitting that quick little verse was the greatest decision I ever
made. Im now making an album with 5 other guys and were called DISTANT. I honestly never
have been happier in my life. This is the beginning of my life, and my era.

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