Growing up in the hoods of Miami, I saw dreams cut short, echoes of gunfire replacing the laughter of youth. The streets whispered tales of lost brothers, of nights that never saw the dawn. But from the ashes of violence, a voice rises—a call to break the cycle, to live beyond the shadows. Rude Boy isn’t just a song; it’s a movement. A reminder that we are more than the blocks we come from. That our true purpose isn’t written in chalk outlines but in destiny.