On June 29th 2020, 3 years ago, I signed an exclusive producer agreement to a label called Gstarr, with someone whom I trusted named Gaby. At the time I couldn't afford a lawyer, nor could I understand legal jargon proficiently. I was at the beginning of my long journey as JabariOnTheBeat. The circumstances of the signing said agreement raised me many red flags (large amounts of alcohol at signing day, and I was given a lawyer to fight on my behalf who was, unbeknownst to me, already a part of the law firm that already solicited me the original producer agreement. Furthermore, individuals already a part of said "label" (named Gstarr), began calling me to convince me that I should turn down all my other deal offers and come be with a real "family" setting (borderline grooming). So, like a young naïve kid, I signed my life away. I signed an exclusive producer agreement with the hopes and dreams of building a catalog of music with someone who I thought was a brother to me. I've been told to take accountability for my actions. However, no one has made Gstarr take accountability for their predatory actions, mental, and physical abuse inflicted on me for the last 3 years. I've been told multiple times to be quiet after events have unfolded, but as my 24th birthday approaches I understand now that I can no longer be silent, for myself and the many others like me in similar situations.

Upon signing to Gstarr, I quickly realized that they lied about everything they said they would do; my music wasn't registered through an PRO organization (after being told Gstarr has the manpower and capability to register all my music) so that I could properly collect off my music every pay period. I was given virtually zero placement opportunities outside of my own networks and motion (my whole branding/marketing is based on the fact that I move from studio to studio and establish a real genuine connection before making music), and the in house artist I was assigned to work with (J.I. the Prince of N.Y) rarely used my work, more specifically, he used my work for one EP entitled "Welcome to Gstarr" and has never publicly released anything with me ever again. So, I expressed concern over the need to properly register my music and stay on top of my paperwork because I produced a lot of music, and I routinely get more than 4 major label placements a month. I was met with harsh replies for asking about something so vital to my career. I was told it not loyal of me, nor family-like to bring up the shortcomings of my own "label". I pressed on complaining about the issue and after 5 months of no change, I knew that my music would never be registered through Gstarr as they promised me. Instead holding my head in defeat, I decided to work horizontally instead of vertically; I began to spread myself all across New York and give my productions to artist all around the city, the country. I began saving money to take trips to other states to play my beats for artist.

This allowed me to make money via upfront advance payments, so I could take care of my family and loved ones. However, I quickly began working with the competition of in-house artist "J.I. the Prince of N.Y", and he did not like this. One day, he appeared at the studio agitated and extremely angry. He accused me of plotting to harm him with one of the many artist I worked with. At the time of this accusation, I was with my little brother and sister. I was calm. I told him to remain calm because his temper makes him violent and I had my two youngest siblings there who also didn't need to be exposed to that. He ignored me, and all my calm replies. He turned to face me and instead cocked his fist back and punched me in my jaw in plain sight of everyone (including my siblings). I did not fight back. I was too afraid. I'm always too afraid to speak up. Instead, I immediately started walking to the exit of the studio because I could not understand why someone I was working with so closely harmed me in that way, especially over my work. 

Additionally, the physical abuse opened my eyes to the many forms of abuse I was dealing with already. After the "altercation", I was told to not speak of this situation at all to the public to protect the image of in-house artist. This is wrong, and I said nothing out of fear, and gross manipulation and buzz words of "family" "friends" and "togetherness". I tried to stay silent about it, but I told my friends and family, and still refrained from getting them involved out of fear.

I left New York and stayed with friends outside the state; they moved me due to fear for my safety. I spent 6 months away from everything. Away from home, my friends, my family. I lost my computer, went on to get one of the biggest songs of my career (which is also still not registered to this very moment).

Now, Gaby and J.I do not want to let me out of my exclusive producer agreement, and feel like I owe them "time & money". They feel they deserve to "cash out" on me (both words and statements directly from the former ). This has stopped me from properly signing a deal to take care of my family and loved ones. I have watched serious health issues befall my family as I sit idly by. I cannot use the fruits of my labor to take care of the people I love. I have worked tirelessly the last 3 years to become a superstar, but for some reason after all the abuse and predatory behavior, Gstarr does not want to let me go. They wont relinquish their rights to my publishing and maintain 25% ownership of something they did not help build in the slightest, which also means I cannot venture off and make my own situation to take care of my own family!

I now realize not speaking up and staying silent was wrong. It's what people consumed of fear do. Stay silent. But, I realized I have friends and family that won't stand for what I'm going through. So, I humbly ask you reading this to just sign your name and support this petition, as I will be using it for court. Any personal anecdotes, stories from the time spent around me while at "Gstarr" is greatly appreciated as well. I really want to become the best I can be, but this situation has weighed on me heavily for years and I didn't ask anyone for help. Now I am.