User:Rogue ssv

Sean Gallagher, known variously as Rogue, RogueSLR, Rogue SSV, or Sakiale, is an American student and rapper. He is originally from the Levitown area of Long Island, but at 3 years old moved to Bayside, Queens, the neighborhood that he would consider his true home. At 13 years old, during summer 2006, he moved from New York to Diamond Bar, Los Angeles, and in January 2007, moved to Walnut, Los Angeles. He currently attends Walnut High School. He retains strong feelings for the east coast, but has started to love the west as well.

This is his life story as written by him and posted on GTPlanet so far:

Eh, your story sounds like mine, except I've only gotten to the 8th grade part, and I have a girlfriend in 8th grade who as far as I'm aware isn't emo (no offence) or any other psychological problems, and I have ADHD. I believe I'm depressed, but no one else thinks so and I don't want to be evaluated by a psychologist. My parents are always yelling and fighting with each other and with me. They really mean well but too often they just lose it. At least once a day. Also, the worst part, my girlfriend who I really feel like I need now, having just moved to California which devastated me, is still in New York.

I got great grades in K--5 grade, but that was all under my mom's effort. For 1--5 grade I changed schools from the local school to gifted program school, which was gay because all we did was learn learn learn. We NEVER did anything fun and rarely had a field trip. PLUS our test scores were apparently lower than my school in kindergarten. More than once a month I've had to stay up to 2 or 3 am to do or redo homework until it is A level. I got max score on state reading and math tests. In 6th grade, I got to go to school in Manhattan--more than an hour away by bicycle, subway, and sometimes bus. And walking. This was the Lucy Moses School of music. The kids there were really nice. This is when I started liking rap music and rock music, and 'the hood' and 'gangsta' stuff. That is one of the things I miss about New York city, the streets and the subways... the neighborhoods... but most of all, my friends. LMS was a pretty easy school, and I was able to scrape a B average in the academic area. Also my whole grade only had 11 kids, so it was better in focusing. Everyone claims that I'm really bad at group work (my parents and psychologists), but in this year and in 7th grade, I think that I'm okay at it, as I had done 3 major projects that were best-in-class. Also there was some fiasco involving the girl I had a crush on, but that's actually pretty irrelevant. Nearing the end of the year, I am allowed to take the entrance exam for Hunter College High School, arguably the best High School in NYC, and miraculously, get in. This is due to my 5th grade test scores. Well I suppose its really not that miraculous, because I'm pretty good at tests. HCHS is 7th--12th grade, and in 7th grade I go there. It is great, and I love the school. This is also, however the year that my mom gets a job, and my dad moves to California. This is a very, very bad thing for me, because it means that I have control of all the computers in the house. Every Friday and Saturday night, and even some weekdays, I wake up at night to play Runescape, go to GTP, and watch TV or porn. (Yeah, this is the time I start watching porn.) Personally I think that its not so bad because my friends all do it, but my parents don't agree. Speaking of friends, I haven't really gotten any friends in these 8 years. They were all just people to hang out with that you forget about later, or people that don't like me.

7th grade, there is this girl in my class that I really like. She is really quiet, and I think she's cute. Over the year I become her good friend, but 3/4 through, I decide that I don't actually have a crush on her and start crushing on this prettier, Japanese girl--who of course ends up hating me. Me and the first girl still remain friends, though.

Also this year, due to my computer things and my unknown ADHD and my mom's absence from 4:30, when I get home, to 7:00, and my dad being gone, and my mom being really tired when she got home, I don't do ANY of my homework. Maybe 40% is undone. And I got mugged. There was a huge string of muggings that year, and the school's near Harlem. Personally I don't think this affected me, but I'm sure some psychologist will think differently.

Well one of my friends this year lives in SoHo. His problems are similar to mine, academically at least. We start going to Best Buy in SoHo together, to play games, after school and on half days. I also start going to a game store to play in Flushing after or before my dentist appointments. My grades are Cs, Ds, and Fs. Even in Comm. Arts and P.E., I think I got C-minuses. My parents had to meet with the asssistant principal, I have a tutor for Latin (C-)provided by the school and a tutor for math (Failing and Ds) which costs $60 (maybe more, don't remember) an hour. My mentor from one of the school clubs tutors me in math also. And I start trying to write rap songs. Well, apparently due to my grades, we decide to move to Cali, at the same time my friend is moving there. We take a cross-country road trip to get there, however my friend lives 70 miles away from us.

After I realize that L.A. is big and there is no way for me to pull the same s**t I pulled in 7th grade, and that the atmosphere could never replace NYC, I'm pretty bummed. However going to Jr. LDC 2006 summer camp helped since it was fun, and I met a girl who supposedly is my friend but hasnt emailed me for ages. I have a crush on her now, but then I realize that I still really like the first girl, from 7th grade. I get her email from an old friend. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Anyway, I go to Chapparral middle school for 8th grade, where the kids are really mean. I suppose this is my fault; I was really pro-NY and got into fights with too many wrong people. I get really depressed, and every day, people that I don't even know come up to me and insult me, throw things at me, and make fun of me. Someone even impersonated me on AIM and got a whole lot more people pissed off. My person that I hang out with tells me that I'm 'in deep s**t... from everyone'. Yeah. True.

To boost my popularity, I start writing rap songs about New York, my mugging, etc. These are a huge success, and while life is still the same in half the time, the other half involves a lot of girls screaming and crowds of people around me. It feels good. I still write, once in a while. It's fun.

I meet this Mexican guy, Richie, who says he's a gangster. Personally I don't really believe him, but he's pretty cool. I walk and talk with him. He says I'm one of the few white kids for which he has any respect. He also writes rap songs, but most people say that mine are better. He claims to have won a lot of freestyle battles. I haven't tried any. In Hunter there was a club around it, but in L.A., Asians and white kids aren't supposed to like rap.

This is also the year I start forging signatures. Since my parents are being extra vigilant, the first time I get caught but not suspended. However...

At the end of the first sememster I move to Walnut to a real permanent house. I go to Suzanne Middle School. The kids are nicer, probably also cause I was nicer, but the school is hard. My mom requested a progress report. It shows all Cs and Ds, and panicking, I forge it. Once again I am not suspended, as they are not aware that this is the second time. Everyone does it. A few weeks pass and I'm failing Lang. Arts. My mom meets with the counselor. More than half my homework was not done. Now I'm getting Cs and Bs.

My mom is 'tipped off' to my ADHD by a page that I had done extra in science. I dont really get that, but yeah. I deny I have ADHD. Now I accept it. Psychology and hypnosis doesnt help..

I email my girl. She emails back. She is one of perhaps 2 or 3 people who actually ever answer my emails. Somehow, she becomes my girlfriend. I'm overjoyed. I still can't believe it.

I've never had the balls to actually attempt suicide, but I've planned it countless times. And run away from home at least 5 times. None for more than a day, and none overnight. As I said I don't have the balls.

However, I often serioulsly consider packing up my stuff and my clothes and biking back to New York. With my $550 Chinese New Year's money and savings, I know I could make it. Now, I'm stuck here.

I passed the application for the I.B. Program. I don't want it to end up like Hunter, with Fs and Ds and Cs, but I really fear it will. My mom wants me to either repeat 8th grade or take a break from school for a year and go pray at Buddhist temples in China to cure my ADHD. I believe in that, and would do it if I wasnt going to get laughed at for getting 'left back' or something when I came back.

I also wear black a lot but that's more cause I like it.

Also I should give you some religious background. My mom is Buddhist and I think she is really too caught up in it. She is always teaching me ancient Chinese values and stuff, which while good, I think she overdoes. She now seriously really thinks the media and games are evil, especially after the shooting at VA Tech. From http://www.gtplanet.net/forum/showthread.php?t=93838&highlight=my+story+warning+long&page=2

He currently attends the Drake Institute of Behavioral Medicine to cure his ADHD.

Sean got introduced to rap in 6th grade. Before 6th grade, he only listened to rock music, and thought of rap as pointless and stupid. In 7th grade, he was an expert on most mainstream popular music, but it was only during the summer of 2006 that he discovered the underground and grew to love rap, discarding the majority of promiscuous and violent popular songs for classics and good songs such as NWA, Kanye West, Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg, SPM, Nas, Fabolous, TuPac, Biggie Smallz, Papoose, KRS-One, Run-DMC, and similar artists' work. In 3rd grade he had written a very simple rock song, and in 7th grade participated in a rap song that he edited for a school project. The song, based off Snoop Dogg's "Drop it Like it's Hot", was written by Pranab Karki. In 8th grade, he started writing rap songs to boost his popularity. His early style was not very sophisticated, as evidenced in his first song, the schoolwide hit "96th & Park".

Well I was walkin down 96th in the NYC Listenin to Jay-Z on my mp3 When some mother****er comes walkin up to me Hood over his head like he thought he was a straight G He opens his mouth and he says to me: 'wanna get stabbed' i said 'you talkin to me? Oh, you dont know who you just ****ed with bet you dont even have a knife in your pocket' He said 'give me all your money, or you'll see it' I flipped him 10 cents and i said 'so be it' He looks in my empty pockets with a confused look sees that the only thing in my bag is an old textbook i go on with a smirk and im not a bit shook he pursues for a moment then turns back to look for more victims to empty their pockets, he dont know i got a 20 in my zipper pocket and that im going to the police so they can lock it and hes gon go to jail without the gun he always wanted to the haters and the posers, thats how i roll ill obey them but ill play them and wait for my actions to take their toll, did that fool really have a knife? no he was just poppin off, all talk and no show in case you were about to ask about where he go, he went to jail, 10 to 20 with no bail. over 80 of my people got mugged that day, they stole cell phones, iPods and money anyway. all 20 gangsters got locked up in the same way, all my homies got out okay every cent and more money got recovered the same day. we say they play us, we play them we each took an extra 10 from their home in Harlem. the lesson: dont **** with us or youll get ****ed up we can make your heads roll like 24s on a big truck you steal a cent, we take away your life cause we dont run, we dont hide, we stand and we fight.

However, he has since acquired many skills and techniques of rap music. Although he has not recorded anything due to lack of proper equipment and shame of his voice, he has plans to in the future and gives live performances at request.

He tries to deliver a positive message in his rap songs, and is against excessive violence and degradation of women.

Other important information: Schools: Preschool--unknown Presbytarian church K--PS 203 1st--5th--PS 188 6th--Lucy Moses School, aka Special Music School 7th--Hunter College High School 8th--Chapparral Middle School, Suzanne Middle School 9th--Walnut High School

Interests: Rap, cars, videogames, computers, fighting

Friends he would like to honor [last names will not be disclosed but you know who you are] KLuu BLuu Dora Cindy K'C Cynthia Blake Corey Jeffrey Ray & Family Pranab Ducati Kamari Jackie Nikki Sasha Liam

...And anyone else who ever happened to grace his life...

Life December 4th, 1993--

Years active 2006--

External Links

gtplanet.net/forum Can be contacted through Private Message as Sakiale. First album lyrics will be sent on request. moviecodec.com posts under 'Rogue' in the music section

Discography

1. 96th&Park (c) 2006 Apocalypse Records

2. Timeless [Formerly ApocalypseNow--release date pushed back to 2008 due to data loss] ???? Not Released Yet

A sample preview of the new single, "Timeless" from his upcoming album "Timeless".

Timeless

[CHORUS] Timeless, like Roman architecture and metaphors/ Like the old man giving out lectures in front of the corner store/ Like an old Polaroid picture, or the streets for sure/ Like the feeling that you get when you walk out the door/

(Timeless!) This shit is timeless, these other rappers are just mindless/ I keep going at it even after they’re left rhymeless/ Classic, like the techniques that I rap with/ I survived with skill, and my luck make you look hapless/ And I still got the power of will, forever improving my skill/ When I move in for the kill, I make you look like you’re mentally ill/ Infused with life in both coasts, I’m a prodigy/ But in the past, I both gave and accepted apologies/ It’s no easy task, comin up like this/ And just call up and ask if you wanna know who writes this/ It’s all from my heart, baby fresh frtom my mind/ I know what it’s like to be torn apart or have others be kind/ I’m changed for the better, in the past I was blind/ Just like these letters, now they’re one of a kind/ They used to be generic, like any other street kid/ Now they’re inspiring, like to me what the beat did/ My style is impetuous, I’ll leave you incredulous/ With a smile, I’ll tell you why I’m attatched to this/ I’m calm, usually, but get at me and I’ll get at you brutally/ The way I handle things, I bet you can tell that this ain’t new to me/ Run up on me, and its gonna be just you and me/ Don’t care who’s watching, THINK before you step on a G/ I’ll have you 100 miles & runnin', from LA to NY/ Then my boys’ll get you and ensure that you die/ Menace to society, acting like a boss, get you trapped/ I’m a kleptomaniac, steal from these pricks and I get stacks/ Whele you turned around talking, I creep up behind and make a quick switch/ No one know cause rule #1 is... thou shalt not snitch/ Every beat I get, if you battle me you’ll get murked quick/

[chorus]

How many MCs you know that ever came in this game?/ Now think back — how many of them can you tell me their name?/ But I’m unforgettable, you can’t miss when I drop this/ Like Nas, one mic is all I need to create hot spits/ These other gangsta rappers, they ain’t inspired/ They got lines so overused, they tired/ Crimes and sex help to write hits/ More than technique and an attitude that won’t quit/ The underground is where it’s at, and/ I don’t need baggy pants or fitted caps/ This is the second coming of the Gilded Age/ Extravagance covering up unstilted rage/ People dying, women crying while on the other side of the spectrum/ People fly, and sittin sky high, with completely no impression/ And most people don’t even think to question/ But a few rise up to help and become a legend/ That’s just the way I am, I’ll walk right into your house/ If you do something I don’t like, you get popped right in the mouth/ Some of this ain’t right, it needs to stop/ We gotta get rid of the corruption, take care of the gun shops/ Gettin back to the classic, my flow never gets stopped/

[chorus]

And, I remember when I used to walk around the old hood/ Now I’m on the West Coast, it’s still all good/ Mow I’m heading back to NY, visit the old spots/ Let my old friends know that I’m still here and I’m still hot/ It’s gonna be crazy when I show KLuu the place, so turn it up a notch/ Reminisce of the old days, and I’m still burnin up the spots/ Subways and skyscrapers/ Ruthless in this, i’ll get back to your clique later/ The streets, full of petty theives and drug traders/ It’s a style like no other, and you know that I’m a crazy brother/ I remember walkin down 96th, intersecting Park Av/ Listenin to Jay-Z and the sky was dark as/ Ran up on me, I kept true to my word/ Locked up him and his whole herd/ I remember a sunny street in Harlem, a few men on the corner/ Now I’m heading back to the spots that I’d been in former/ From Bayside to the BX, Harlem to Woodside/ Yeah... let’s ride/

[chorus]