Shaka Tha Don

I was born De’Andre Davis on October 29th 1990 to my mother Felicia Davis my father Danny Boykins. Product of a street nigga an college educated women. I was raised as my mother’s only child accompanied by an absent father. Mom maintained multiple jobs to provide, kept me busy in AAU basketball and little league football in my youth. Being that I was constantly kicked out of pre schools, ass whoopings didn’t come new to me, that was until 7th grade. 2003 to exact. The year I lost my virginity and tried marijuana for the first time. One thing lead to another, and I became my own money making machine selling weed and pills at Thurgood Marshall fundamental school here and there for lunch, snacks and miscellaneous kid things. I guess I was what you would call “off the porch”. They loved me though. In middle school I was voted best athlete, best smile along with some other awards.

I obtained my first jobs at Kmart and Baywalk which was the local movie theater. With money coming in I started buying my own school clothes and my mom would buy my shoes.

The next milestone in my life came in 2005 when I entered high school; the “big league”. I had a decision; to choose public school or catholic school. My passion for basketball prompted me to choose public school, Lakewood High School. This ended up being a horrible decision. I began smoking heavily during the off season and getting into fights followed that. Despite all that basketball was my love. I had to maintain a certain GPA to play, and a certain conduct so that kept me grounded a little. 2007 my mom got married I had just got out of jail for retail theft, credit card fraud, possession of a firearm all during the off season. My first time going to jail. At that point, my mom was fed up with my shit. Her husband owned a house in Augusta, Georgia. She packed us up and we moved into the hometown of James Brown. In Augusta I was exposed to a lot of shit;  gangs like bloods etc. I was in my first drive by shooting in Georgia and witnessed my first 360 gang initiation. I played varsity football and basketball at Hephzibah high school for one year. At this point in my life my daily activities were exclusive to smoking weed, hanging around new friends who were gang members and student athletes as well. My mom ended up getting a divorce and we moved out of the house and into an apartment. Soon after, our apartment was burglarized. They took any and everything we had so we ended up moving again and I changed schools. Even though my sports career was over, I graduated from West Side high school in 2009. My mom preached about how I needed to do something with myself, and how I couldn’t just sit around after graduation. I applied to an HBCU; Tuskegee University and got accepted. I had taken out student loans in my name to afford it all. The major I was seeking was aerospace engineering. My mama was so proud. The first year of college I had to stay on campus in the dorms with no car. Regardless, I made sure I passed my classes with a C+. When I got sidetracked, cheating and paying friends to do my work kept me up. I could’ve done better had I applied myself. I was a typical broke college student calling home every weekend asking for 20-40 dollars to party. Sophomore year I made some changes. I picked up the sack and was selling loud while maintaining my C+. No longer calling home for money. I came home for the summer and was back to being broke. I started hanging out with some of my cousins, trapping out of hotel rooms, and unknowingly started selling cocaine to an undercover. I returned to school, not knowing I had a warrant out for my arrest that I had to come back home an address. I was given probation back home which I completed, however, instead of returning to school I thought I was in love and stayed home. Got set up with crack cocaine again and went to prison; the fast version. When I was released (Feb 1st 2016) months later my cousin Pnut, who I looked up to an admired had just been released after serving a 10 year bid was killed; ran over by his friend after an argument they had. Easter Sunday 2018 my car was shot up with Ak-47 after the club. This is when my friend, mentor and big homie Jermaine Long was murdered next to me in my car with my other friend in the backseat screaming. I rushed them to the hospital. This is just one piece of my life, Imma give you the whole cake in my music stay tuned ???