This Is FIT HOP!

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 Since the the age of 5, Hip Hop has been in my life. I can literally remember when I first heard Busta Rhymes “Woo Hah!” – I went out of control.Jumping from couch to couch in my parents house (Thank God for me they were not at home at the time) I acted every word out as the energy of rap captured me. It was from that point that I made up in my mind that I wanted to become a Rap Star. Studying song after song, I verbally repeated the lyrics to the likes of De La Soul, Dr.Dre, OutKast and a Tribe Called Quest just to name a few. I was hooked, and there was no turning back.

 

Throughout my early high school years, I became a really good rapper as time went by…Really good. To the point I was generating so many verses inside of my head; the pen and notepad couldn’t keep up. One day I accidentally wrote a whole entire song in my brain because I had no pen and paper in sight. Moreover, when the lyrics stuck within my memory for days even weeks, it was then I knew that God gave me this gift to live out my life with purpose. Finally through some Senior friends of mine, I managed to have my first ever studio session – in a broken down garage.

 

Nevertheless, I made it work. Why? because I was hungry. This was around 1999 as well, where you popped on the cable and witness massive rap music videos, with enormous budgets out of this world. I wanted in! After High School, I had more time for my talent to evolve. However, reality set in with bills needing to be paid. So I got sucked into the 9 to 5 rat race office lifestyle.

 

While my manager at the time was shopping my ghetto anthems around (before social media) I stayed close to the gym for some strange reason. I wanted to stay fit and be a sex symbol like LL Cool J and 2 Pac. I didn’t even know at the time that fitness was my secret love. It would be nights where it was only me and the owner inside the weight room, and I had not a care in the world. It was like a safe haven for me from the streets of LA, knowing that I would find myself in trouble or trouble would find me if I had Idle time to spare.

 

 

Fast forward until today and I can truly see why I was wrapped into the House of Iron- it was my purpose. Moreover, I can see why my past record deals didn’t pan out – it was for this time of season that the universe wants to use me to spread a different vision and be remembered for a different message. A message of dedication, sacrifice, discipline and hunger for success. This is what weightlifting has giving me, and maybe you feel the same way in your life as you commit to bettering yourself and others around you.

 

We are not corny. We are some of the toughest sons of bitches walking this face of the earth. It takes strength to survive the weights. Moreover, it does not stop there. It also spills over to every aspect of your life. People need this message, not just smoking and drinking “sing alongs” or violent gun busting anthems. Believe me, my gift has allowed me to make those type of rap tunes with perfection in the past, but there’s something inside of me now that wants to take the narrow road and spit a new kind of verse.

 

Join me as we raise awareness and the bar on our community, friends and family.

Stay strong and committed, Talk to you again soon.

Champion Chuck… Full Tank.

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