Michael Martin

Hailing from Bassett, Virginia — a place where poverty, addiction, and prison time swallow good men whole — I rose through the wreckage as the one who wasn’t supposed to make it, but did. My voice is raspy, deep, and carved from the Appalachian struggle. My music blends outlaw grit, pain storytelling, and melodic southern rap, creating a sound that feels like dirt roads, cold nights, and redemption earned the hard way. I’ve lost friends to the streets, to pills, to bad choices. I’ve done time. I’ve fought battles in your head nobody knows about. I’ve lived through storms that would break most. And still — I rise. Your message is simple: Pain made power. Struggle made strength. Higher Power made purpose. I am the chosen one — not by luck, but by survival.