Dedicated to My Boye "The Downtown Artist at Large". Humble Thx2 - ManOne
TEACH * COACH * MENTOR * CHAMPIONS
That's what I Do
I can help U2.
That's... if you want.
Raw. Real. Rhythm.
Welcome to AllHustleFaith™ Street Intelligence™
From a boy trying to make sense of the world 🌎
to a man rebuilding after betrayal and loss🏗
I’ve always had to figure it out. 🧗♂️
Writing became my outlet ✍️
📜 These scrolls are proof. 📜
I share them to help others move. 🛫
This archive is my legacy. ✊🏾 Built from need. 💰
Powered by love ❤️ Shared to sustain 🥘
AllHustleFaith™
✨️ 💥My Vibe🔥 ✨️
🧠 Preface: Why This Archive Exists
I didn’t start this to be seen.
I started this because I had to.
Over the years, I wrote to remember.
To release my mind.
To stop running into the walls of my own thoughts
because there was no help.
Writing became a habit—
a rhythm that kept me sane,
kept me moving,
kept me whole.
I turned my life story into something that could help—
just like I help my young people at work,
just like I coach the kids,
just like I mentor the ones who call me “dad”
even though we’re not blood.
This started privately.
But it won’t stay that way.
Because what I’ve lived through,
what I’ve learned through trial and error,
what I’ve written in silence—
it’s meant to be shared.
So here we are.
Not just explaining the archive—
but explaining the why.
*"My lane runs right down the corridor between the walls of my mind.
Don’t make me trip.”*
—AllHustleFaith™
Street Intelligence™
Scroll Drops
You don’t need a coach. You need a mirror. These sessions decode your moves, filter your friction, and stamp your next step.
Street Intelligence – From the 60s to Now
$27
This scroll threads rhythm through resistance—from Malcolm and Angela to the youth still dreaming in Philly. From porches to protests, from silence to scrolls—this is lived proof across generations.
Includes:
- Full scroll testimony
- Visual timeline from the 60s to now
- Rhythm-coded legacy from street to sky
🔥 Street Intelligence Testimony & Fire – Spoken Word Scrolls
$27
These scrolls weren’t written—they were survived. Each one timestamped in pain, stylized in rhythm, and archived in fire.
Street Intelligence™ Dreams & Declarations
$27
Where dreams speak and spoken word moves.
This section houses rhythm-coded reflections, spiritual pivots, and testimony built for conversion.
Street Intelligence™ Coaching
$27
Built for builders.
Filtered for alignment.
This is rhythm-coded strategy for people who move like you, wanna move like me.
Seal the Scroll
$47
This isn’t just a scroll—it’s a full rhythm drop. You get the testimony, the visual, the Pearl of Wisdom, and a coaching teaser to decode your own dream.
You’re not just buying content. You’re buying recognition. You’re buying rhythm. You’re buying return.
For the ones who’ve dreamed in silence. For the ones who’ve survived what others dismissed. For the ones who know their trauma wasn’t random—it was rhythm.
🌱 AllHustleFaith™ – Rhythm-Coded Community
Rhythm Access
A rhythm-coded community for the select few who want to flow—move in a way that helps themselves and someone else.
I invest in the youth who are Ready to Root and Rise. If that’s you, and you hit me, I’ll hit you back with true facts. We gonna keep it a bean.
Invite only. Select few. Build with AllHustleFaith™.
Grab the Whole Rhythm Scrolls, dreams, spoken word, and coaching—built from pain, pride, and proof. Grab them all together. Of course the discount is already baked in. Come get it. This ain’t content. It’s clarity.
🌙 Dreams Meant for Me
I'm AllHustleFaith... I See You.
I’ve had dreams that would blow your mind. Vivid. Real. Decades old and still sharp. Some from 20 years ago. Some from 40. Even 50. And I know—I’m not the only one.
Across centuries, across cultures, across scriptures—dreams have moved empires, sparked revolutions, and whispered truths too deep for daylight. Pharaoh’s dreams in Genesis led to famine preparation. Nebuchadnezzar’s visions in Daniel shaped kingdoms. Malcolm X dreamed of unity before the split. Harriet Tubman followed visions north. Even Carl Jung said dreams were messages from the soul.
I tried sharing mine. One person called me schizophrenic. Others said I was unstable. But here I am—still standing, still dreaming, still decoding.
Some dreams came as warnings. So many came true, I started fearing sleep—not Freddy Krueger fear, but the kind that wakes you with tomorrow already stamped. So what did I do? I did what I always do. I wrote it down.
And now I offer them to you—not for entertainment, but for recognition. To the millions around the planet who’ve dreamed like I have, who’ve seen what others deny, who’ve felt the rhythm in silence—
I say: I see you.
