We’re looking forward to introducing you to FirstKings Love. Check out our conversation below.
FirstKings, a huge thanks to you for investing the time to share your wisdom with those who are seeking it. We think it’s so important for us to share stories with our neighbors, friends and community because knowledge multiples when we share with each other. Let’s jump in: What do the first 90 minutes of your day look like?
Hey thank you for reaching out to me again and for covering this part of my journey. It’s always such a blessing to be part of something new. Especially something that can bless others. My first 90 minutes of the day are sacred.
Once I’m fully awake, I don’t move right away. I just lie still for a moment, letting gratitude settle in. I thank God for breath, for purpose, for another chance to walk out what He’s placed inside me. Then I pray, asking Him to have His way with me today. Every step ordered, every word guided, every assignment revealed.
After that, I get up and move into my normal hygiene routine, but it’s never just routine. I’ve got worship music playing, filling the room, setting the tone. That’s where I start reflecting on who I can bless today, where I can serve, who might need encouragement, and how God might use me as a spark in someone’s life. Those moments get me excited for the day because I know purpose is waiting somewhere out there.
Once I’m ready, I ease into the practical side of things. Checking emails, catching up on messages, laughing at how fast life moves, but doing it all with the same intention: staying aligned, staying grateful, and staying available for whatever God wants to do through me.
Can you briefly introduce yourself and share what makes you or your brand unique?
My name is FirstKings Love: artist, music minister, and founder of BLOODLINEMAFIA:Musicc LLC, R.I.O.T.gear, and The Spark Ministry.
Everything I create flows from one mission: to use my testimony as a catalyst for transformation. I come from the very places God delivered me from, and now my assignment is to go back into those same spaces. Streets, prisons, communities, and stages and ignite hope, truth, and revival through music and ministry.
My brand is unique because it’s not built on trends, hype, or clout. It’s built on obedience. BLOODLINEMAFIA:Musicc is a faith-driven creative house where the art, the message, and the mission all align. R.I.O.T.gear (Righteous Invasion of Truth) is more than clothing; it’s wearable conviction, designed to spark conversations about faith wherever people go. And The Spark Ministry is my heart: a movement committed to showing up where people least expect it but need it most, bringing encouragement, resources, and the reminder that God still sees them.
What makes my story special is that nothing about it is self-made. Every open door, every testimony, every song, every platform; God orchestrated it. Right now, I’m working on expanding the reach of all three branches: new music releases, national events, local outreach, and building the infrastructure for The Spark Ministry to impact lives on a greater scale.
At the end of the day, my brand is simple: I exist to serve, to uplift, and to leave people better than I found them, In JESUS Name. My life is the proof that when God breathes on something, it becomes bigger than a brand. It becomes a calling.
Thanks for sharing that. Would love to go back in time and hear about how your past might have impacted who you are today. Who were you before the world told you who you had to be?
Before the world tried to tell me who I had to become, I was a kid shaped by an island full of love.
I grew up surrounded by sunshine, turquoise water, fresh fruit, family gatherings, laughter, and a sense of peace you could feel in the air. Love wasn’t something you chased. It was something you lived in. It was the language, the culture, the rhythm of life. When I look back, I remember being full of that love… almost overflowing with it. It shaped my identity before anything else did.
But everything changed the day my family rushed off the island because of the volcano eruption. We left behind everything familiar, everything warm, everything that felt like home. When we got to the States, the world I walked into was nothing like the one I came from. Suddenly I was surrounded by people who carried hurt, anger, pressure, judgment. Feelings I didn’t even understand at the time. The love I naturally moved in wasn’t received the same way. My innocence, my joy, my softness… it made me an outcast. I was teased, misunderstood, looked down on.
And that’s when something shifted. Pride crept in. Ego took root. A competitive spirit rose up because I felt like I had to prove myself just to be accepted. I started searching for love outside the home, outside of who I truly was. Little by little, I became “Americanized,” and the world began shaping an identity that wasn’t mine. I started acting outside my character, trying to become whatever made me fit in, all while losing the very thing that made me unique. The love that once flowed freely through me.
But here’s the redemption in it:
My story reminds me that identity can be buried, but it’s never lost. Everything I went through, every misstep and mask I wore, brought me back to the truth that love was my foundation all along. And today, I get to reclaim that. I get to walk in the same love that shaped me as a child. Only now with purpose, understanding, and a calling attached to it.
Who was I before the world tried to mold me?
I was love in motion.
And by the grace of God, I’m becoming that again. This time with clarity, strength, and intention.
Was there ever a time you almost gave up?
Yes! there was absolutely a time I almost gave up.
It was during the three years I spent homeless. What made that season so hard was the contrast of where I had been before it. I felt like I had reached the peak of life. Overcoming obstacles, proving doubters wrong, building myself into someone I believed was strong and successful. And the greatest achievement of my life was being awarded full custody of my son, especially after battling not only circumstances but even my own family.
But I don’t glorify who I was or what I had, because none of that mattered when everything collapsed. Losing it all; my home, my stability, my community, my support system..left me exposed in a way I had never known. I became homeless in the same city where I was once well-known, yet when I needed help the most, the people I had been a “yes-man” to disappeared. I walked through cold winters and excruciating hot tempers with an empty stomach, nowhere to sleep, no place to shower, pleading with anyone to let me inside for a moment of warmth or shade. And still, doors closed. Phones went unanswered. It was as if I had become invisible or nonexistent.
Those three years tested me in ways I don’t think words can fully capture. There were nights where the silence was so heavy and the loneliness so deep that I questioned whether my life still had meaning. There were moments, real moments, where I wondered if it was worth continuing. I almost gave up because escaping felt impossible, and the fall from where I had been felt too painful to process.
But homelessness became the start of my transformation. It was the seed of the journey God needed to take me on. It stripped away everything I built in my own strength so He could rebuild me with His. It changed the way I saw myself, the world, and more importantly, Him.
Today, I realize I didn’t give up because even when I felt abandoned, God never abandoned me. He allowed the breaking so I wouldn’t end up somewhere I was never meant to be. That season that almost destroyed me is now the reason I stand with purpose, compassion, and a testimony of His grace.
So yes… there was a time I almost gave up.
But God had other plans.
Alright, so if you are open to it, let’s explore some philosophical questions that touch on your values and worldview. Is the public version of you the real you?
Yes. Absolutely. The public version of me is the real me.
I’ve learned to be as vulnerable and transparent as possible because my life is living proof of what God can do. I share where I’ve been, what I’ve walked through, how broken I was, and what God has done and is still doing. So people can see His goodness, not my glory. Everything about my story points back to Him.
Publicly, I do my best to be intentional, affirming, loving, supportive, nonjudgmental, and approachable. I want people to feel safe around me because I know what it feels like not to have a safe place. The beauty of my testimony is that those who knew me before, people who aren’t even in the church, see the transformation clearly. While at the same time, many inside the church still question or doubt it. And that’s okay, because my life speaks louder than their opinions.
I’m authentic because my testimony is real. What I survived is real. What God delivered me from is real. But I’m also honest about the fact that I’m not perfect. Far from it. I’m still a work in progress every single day. The difference now is that I live with spiritual awareness. I’m conscious of my choices, my character, and my calling. I take everything to God. My fears, my frustrations, my decisions, my flaws. I pray through it. I worship through it. I grow through it.
Nothing I share publicly is for attention. It’s to reveal God’s power and to encourage others with His Word. Privately, the people close to me still see my imperfections, but they also see my heart. My love for Christ, my love for people, and the desire to walk out this calling with integrity.
The change people see in me is what God did in me.
I used to handle life in the flesh; fighting, reacting, proving myself but, not anymore. When things get difficult now, I don’t run back to the old me. I run straight to God. I let Him convict me, correct me, and rebuild me.
And I give grace to every brother and sister who still questions my walk, because they didn’t know who I was before.
But those who did? They know this transformation is real. They know how deep I was in darkness. And they know I’m just as committed, just as thorough for Jesus now.
So yes, the public version of me is the real me.
A redeemed me.
A rebuilt me.
A purpose-driven me.
A me that exists only because God stepped in and changed everything.
Okay, so let’s keep going with one more question that means a lot to us: When do you feel most at peace?
When do I feel most at peace?
That’s an interesting question. One I’ve actually been reflecting on lately. So I’m glad you asked. Honestly, I feel most at peace when I’m on long car rides. There’s something sacred about driving with no music, no noise, no distractions. Just silence, conversation, and communion with the Holy Spirit, the Father, and the Son. Those moments feel like the world stands still and it’s just me and God.
That’s why I don’t believe it was a coincidence that when God relocated me from Washington State to Florida, He told me to drive. Not fly, drive. A three-day journey from one of the farthest corners of the country to the other, coast-to-coast, across states, climates, mountain ranges, and seasons. I stopped twice. Once in Utah and once in Nebraska, to rest, but the rest of the journey was pure presence. Pure conversation. Pure revelation.
Leaving Washington on December 2, I had to drive through some of the most dangerous conditions I’ve ever faced: snow, slush, dry ice on the freeway, fog so thick it hid the mountains I was climbing and descending. The roads were unpredictable, the weather intense, and the risks very real. Yet even in that danger, I felt excitement, not fear. Gratitude, not panic. It was like God was showing me, mile by mile, that He was leading, protecting, and preparing me.
And as I continued traveling southeast, everything shifted. The land changed, the atmosphere changed, the weather changed. Snow gave way to plains, plains gave way to warmth, and everywhere I looked, creation preached its own message. It felt as if God was allowing me to witness the transition of seasons both around me and within me.
Driving in silence with a cross on my dashboard, I felt like I was being reborn. Like the old season was being peeled away with every mile, and the new season was rising ahead of me. When I finally reached Florida on December 5, I experienced something I’ll never forget. My first East Coast sunrise. I watched the sun set behind me, the moon rise above me, the moon fade, and the sun rise again. All while driving and minutes from my new home. It was powerful. Symbolic. Divine.
So when do I feel most at peace?
When I’m behind the wheel, in quiet communion with the Father. That journey from Washington to Florida, one of the longest routes anybody can drive in this country, became its own testimony. A dangerous journey. A beautiful journey. A transforming journey.
And the revelation that hit me after all of it was this:
Life up to this point; every moment, every struggle, every transition, had a purpose. Because on the road to Florida, God was showing me in every detail that He was moving me forward. And then it hit me…
I come from a place that is three hours behind.
So driving into Florida…
I literally drove into my future.
Wow. That’s powerful.
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