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I’m a Christian Rapper, Poet, and Spoken Wordsmith Master.
I was born in 1983 in Washington, D.C. on Christmas Day. Merry Christmas, Mom! I Love You Lynette Marie Mungo!
The only part of my life I remember starts at the age of 6 when I moved to Oklahoma. From the age of 6-18 I went from shelter to foster home. At the age of 16 I was adopted by a family in Lawton, Oklahoma. I learned to rap better and dance.
One of the greatest relationships I had was with someone I call my brother, LeQuinton J. Bell, better known as L.J. Though I was in a foster home, he treated me like a real brother. He helped push me to keep rapping and pursuing my dream. At the time, I went by Chris, which is short for Christopher, my middle name. I will never forget L.J.’s words: “If anyone is going to make it, it’s going to be Chris.”
From there I kept writing and graduated from Lawton High School. I chose to keep going with my music. It was motivation that someone believed that I had enough in me to succeed in my dreams. I moved to Norman then to OKC and formed a rap group called 2xxl with Donelle Cole, better known as Dillusion, but who now goes by the name, Preach. We started recruiting others, like Anthony Holmes, known as A.T., Dontay Pompey, known as D’Loe-myte, and Justin Brown, known as J. Prez. We performed in different parts of Oklahoma and made a little noice for a bit. I later added battle rap to my resume. I started traveling outside of Oklahoma. That’s when I realized writing was for me. Spoken Word\/Poetry came later.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
FAQ: What am I motivated by?<\/em> I am motivated by things I see and witness in the world. I take it and use it to my advantage by manipulating words to fit ideas that form in my head. You can read Dilemma’s work in the Writers Guild anthologies Emergence: Writings by the JHCC Writers Guild<\/a> <\/em>and Sidewalk Discussions: with the Writers Guild<\/a>, <\/em>and in his first collection of spoken word poetry, MarvelUs<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\r\n I\u2019m trying to be a better father figure,
Where did you get the name Dilemma?<\/em> The name, Dilemma, actually was given to me by a female friend of mine named Jakreshia. She thought it fit perfect because I would have females fighting over me at Lawton High School in Lawton, Oklahoma. I liked the name and ran with it.
How do you define yourself being called Dilemma?<\/em> I look at the name Dilemma as a difficult problem that others are trying to figure out but don’t quite comprehend everything that is spoken. From metaphors, similes, or double entrendre, I form these relatable subjects to connect with those around me that motivate me.
What is your goal when you write?<\/em> My goal is to make it difficult for me and others to write the next verse or poem because of the last thing I wrote. I always want my work to be better than the last. I am my own worst critic, so it is difficult to accomplish that. I also used to Battle Rap. I loved the way Battle Rappers formatted their words or their wordplay. I took that idea and catered to my surroundings in an art form of spoken word.
So where did StrokeGameVicious come from? <\/em> Stroke Game Vicious is one word, though I separated it in this sentence. I first came up with it because of my pen game. When I write, I think of it as my pen stroke game is nice. I has tagged it a lot. Eventually, it turned into something else and I just let people’s imaginations start running away with the name StrokeGameVicious.
As a whole, what are you trying to accomplish? <\/em> I just want to inspire an entire nation of people to say what’s on their mind in a way that influences the world to see things from a different set of lenses instead of your own. Take other ideas into consideration. Keep your morals, values, and beliefs because there is only one you and no one can mimic that but be honest with those around you and with yourself.
During the course of my life, I have been blessed by God to have been given four beautiful children. Indemionia Jones (daughter), In’Dayvionia Washington (daughter), Lyric Beam (son), and King Grant (son). I love you all from the bottom of my heart! You are all Kings and Queens. GOD BLESS.<\/p>\r\nFIGURES . . .<\/h5>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
Since I figured my father didn\u2019t want to bother with us,
Was tired of living back and forth without a pot to piss in,
I got so used to moving I can\u2019t say it\u2019s not addictive,
It never was a thought that I would mimic,
The same footsteps once I looked back . . .shoot my father did it,
Still have no idea who he is though my pops was missin\u2019,
I made every effort to not be in my pop\u2019s position,
I felt just like my father . . . figures,
I didn\u2019t see this coming . . . I feel like I lost the vision,
But am I the victim?
Naw . . . and time is ticking,
And change was supposed to start with me but I reside in prison,
But now my mind has shifted,
I\u2019m thinking outside of the box this time instead of climbing in it,
I\u2019ll defy the limit and expectations the system said that I couldn\u2019t finish, I\u2019m not a number and I\u2019m not gone succumb to the\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0opposition,
Of me being a person because of a cop\u2019s intentions,
I\u2019m not gonna listen nor make any propositions with no\u00a0 \u00a0politicians,
So they can take their loud malicious gossip with em\u2019,
I\u2019ve suffered enough consequences,
But how do we get even when the odds against us?
Common sense would say stop pretending,
Like everything is ok when this box we live in,
Is so infected by greed we need amoxicillin,
It\u2019s funny how violence is not offensive,
It\u2019s become the norm like washing dishes or prisons
\u00a0with locks & fences,
Hands up don\u2019t shoot that\u2019s what was brought to millions,
Yet we still can\u2019t stop the killin\u2019,
Whether it\u2019s now or back then there\u2019s not a difference,
From being shot by a cop or lynching,
This the generation my kids growing up in and it\u2019s not appealin\u2019, No need to block the feelin\u2019,
Because they so used to it that it doesn\u2019t shock the children, Crazy isn\u2019t it?
Figures . . .\u2029
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