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KT Foreign & EBK Jaaybo — Tornado Geason

From the cracked concrete of Boston’s projects rose Primo DOLLAZ — a living testament that even the hardest falls can’t break a spirit built for survival.

Born to a drug-dealing queenpin hustling to keep three kids fed, Primo’s earliest memories weren’t of playgrounds or bedtime stories — they were of survival, sacrifice, and streetlights flickering through project windows. At just five years old, tragedy struck: Primo fell from a third-floor window, shattering his pelvis, breaking his femur, and bleeding around the brain. Doctors warned the worst, but what came next would define him forever.

By nothing short of a miracle, his brain healed itself. The broken bones kept him locked in a full-body cast for seven grueling months — but even that couldn’t hold him down. When the cast came off, Primo refused to wait for help. He taught himself to walk again, step by painful step, fueled by the same stubborn fire his mother carried on Boston corners.

This isn’t just a story about scars and pain — it’s about the strength it takes to turn pain into poetry. Primo DOLLAZ’s music isn’t crafted in shiny studios with ghostwriters — it’s forged from the raw edge of life: watching his mother outsmart the block, fighting to stand when the world expected him to crawl, and carrying the weight of a family on beats that hit as hard as his past.

Every bar Primo spits bleeds resilience. Every hook echoes the chaos and courage of Boston’s forgotten blocks. Fans don’t just listen to Primo DOLLAZ — they feel every verse, because behind each lyric is a kid who fell, got up, and kept moving forward.

This is more than music. This is survival in stereo. This is Primo DOLLAZ. And this is just the beginning.

KT Foreign & EBK Jaaybo — Tornado Geason

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