I’ve never met someone who wasn’t afraid of death…

I guess that's a perk of being the son of the Grim Reaper. The smile that greets you at the door before you enter into the greatest party of your life. Let his voice guide you, let the pulsating noise of his Screamo-Rap take your mind into a vortex of Simpsons episodes and zebra cakes. With your heart pulsating and earphones shaking, you realize you don't have to listen, you need to listen.

You need to listen to Filthy Savior

A beautiful nightmare wrapped into the finest Newport ever rolled. Raps that contrast the life of The Joker. Bumping to his latest drop “Birdie” for hours, it’s exactly what you imagine cocaine feels like. Lyrics: a high within itself. A euphoric vortex of horror and ecstasy. Words that grip the mind and takes you to a turned up "Alice in Wonderland." My ears might as well have gone deaf, turning up the volume even louder: “Did I just meet somebody famous in my damn kitchen?”

So I guess I’ve never met anyone like Filthy Savior. But nobody has.

Lighting up a cig, with a ‘7’ branded on his face, he doesn’t live life to die in a cubicle. This tatted up biker boy will be heard. Because he needs to be heard.

Through the sound, sweat and drinks. He’s everything you are when the sun is down. The Dr. Jeckyll to your Mr. Hyde. He’s the middle finger to your lame *ss boss. He’s the dream we shouldn’t have dropped for that ‘‘real job."

So thank you, Filthy. You f*cking college dropout. Thank you for being different and not fitting society's standards. Thank you for proving that you don’t need to go the gym to carry a lot of weight.

Deep down, we all wish we had the same courage as you do to follow a dream and flip the birdie at the world.

“You gotta die for what you believe in. I don’t give a f*ck if that sounds cliché. People say cliché’s but don’t actually do it. This isn’t a dream for me, son. This is going to happen”.

So, let me introduce you to the future repeat on your playlist.

@FilthySavior