There's nothing like the bright lights of Las Vegas! I dream of the day when I can drive down the vegas strip on my way to play some big stakes poker at the Bellagio. Texas Hold'em is the one thing that makes me forget all about rapping. Just so you know, if I could choose to be anything it would be a professional poker player. My gambling sponsor aka Kameka wants me to stop talking about this so.......
MOVING ON!
| Shaun "SK" Keller was born on June 29th, 1979 in Jamaica Queens. It was here in southside Jamaica where he would have had his first drink, his first puff, and his first fight all before the age of 16. SK grew up in a two parent home. His father, Earvin "Shine" Keller is from the Bronx and has worked several trucking and industrial jobs, but no matter what he earned, 95% of it went to the household. His Mother, Faith Keller is from Jamaica Queens and with a college degree in Accounting from St Johns University she is now an AVP of Mortgaging Services at JPMorgan Chase. |
That was my life at an early age. Balancing hard work physically(father) and mentally(mother). Learning respect, responsibility and morals in the house helped me to maneuver through the streets outside. If you could beat me in a fight I'd just outsmart you. And if you could outsmart me chances are I'd beat that ass lol.
By the age of 16 I was already through two years at Rice High School in Harlem NY. My aunt(with all the degrees) was a social worker and pulled strings to get me in. Now if your not from NYC let me just tell you that Queens and Harlem (atleast back then) are like Germany and Japan. Two separate worlds! Slang is different, dress is different, and struggle is definitely different. Moms got a new job so we packed up the uhaul and took the thru-way to Rochester NY. |  (Rice HS, Harlem NY) |
  | There are many things people say of small towns but from my experience soft is not one of them. This is where I'd meet the goon squad. My outsmarting skills worked less and less and my ass kicking skills became a necessity! As soon as the fist fighting transitioned into gun play I packed a duffle bag full of clothes and headed back to NYC! |
Now at the age of 21, armed with intelligence and a backbone made of steel I take NYC by the horns. With a great sales job, new car and a ill pad I'm completely oblivious to the real struggle that most people go through. Coasting through until I lose that great job, I ended up moving back to Rochester NY.
With a Ego bigger than my wallet now I'm destined to "make it" in Roc City. Just so happens that my goon squad must of taken a crash course on crack while I was gone lol. In a effort to "stay rich" I have them give me that crash course. Due to my deeply enriched morals I spend the next year trying to get me life together in Columbus OH and hussling in Rochester. I did manage to "stay rich" until "that day". And if anyone's ever been caught commiting a crime you know exactly what "that day" means! |  |
I ended up moving back to NY where legally they cannot discriminate based on your arrest record (NY is the only state I could find with such a law).
To shorten this up I got a job, met a girl, had another kid, and continued rapping lol. Yeah fuck you!
