Distant lights entice the imagination. Dreaming from the 17th floor window, I lose myself in the possibilities. Tomorrow is Saturday, which means I have art class. I swear I’ve taken every class Harlem School of The Arts offers. My mom insisted I use my creativity, she said anything was possible. When you can see the lights from Yankee Stadium & the faint presence of the Empire State Building from your apartment window, it’s hard to disagree. New York’s the big city of dreams, Harlem embodies that attitude. Everyone was chasing the American Dream, athletes, rappers, actors, hustlers & politicians. They all wanted a bite of the Big Apple. Recovering from the streets, my father applied for a job transfer with the phone company, he ended up being transferred to Chicago. We’d been there once and talked about moving there, but was shocked when it actually happened. My parents sent me to a predominantly white school on the South Side. I had never been to a place where people knew the exact percentage of their genetic make-up. 60 percent Irish, 40 percent German and I’m like, “how do you know this shit?” The second week of school a classmate gave me Nirvana’s ‘Never Mind,’ changing my perception of music in general. Various friends introduced me to hundreds of bands. The Silas Brothers introduced me to Bad Brains, The Misfits, Sublime and Fishbone. AG introduced me to Phish & The Grateful Dead. The Silas brothers and AG both introduced me to skateboarding. I always loved to play sports and be creative, found skateboarding and realized it was all that rolled into one. Thinking about it, I started rapping to stay in connection with my New York roots, remembering it like it was yesterday. The first day of freshman year, I met my good friend Mike Harris. He sold me a copy of Mobb Deep’s ‘The Infamous’ album and that was it. Mike was already an accomplished Hip Hop producer-emcee at 14. We crafted our skills in his attic with 40 ounces & weed. Everyday in school, I would write a verse & pass it like a note in class to see what Mike thought of it. He would just tell me to keep writing most of the time. After school we’d get supplies and head right for the studio, but being a teenager in Chicago is no Laguna Beach. You are constantly exposed to the realities of America, rich, poor, black, white & everything in between. After high school, Mike and I began to work on separate projects, but still collaborating throughout the years. Finding out what kind of artist I really was proved to be my only goal. Loving to perform, I sought out ways to make it happen. Earning a couple minutes here, a couple minutes there until landing the front man spot for a three-piece band named Treologic. Treologic was originally a Jazz trio which morphed into something completely all it’s own. We played over 200 live shows in our time together. We toured Colorado w/The Beatnuts, won Disc Makers and Billboard Magazine’s battle of the bands, played numerous festivals, dropped three studio albums and two EPs. The leader of the band was the keyboardist, Lance Loiselle. He helped shape the artist I am today, along with Dj Savage and our drummer Justin Boyd. All those guys influenced me in some way or another. Growing apart was our downfall, but they will always be my brothers. Transitioning to a (Billa Camp) solo career was no easy task. You are constantly facing the question of, “how bad do I really want this”? Working around the clock and help from friends, I managed to make some good things happen. Opening up for Wiz Khalifa, N.E.R.D, Pac Div, Del the Funky Homosapien, releasing three Skate or Die mixtapes, winning the Midwest region of the Coors Light Coldest Emcee contest & being interviewed and featured on Fuse TV are the highlights of that transition period.