Like a voice crying in the wilderness Joe Con storms straight out of silence with the conviction and mind blowing vision of a man who has been to the mountain and returned, painting vivid landscapes with his poignant poison pen and redefining what it means to be an MC and an artist in 21st century Babylon, a.k.a. America.
Born and raised among the tobacco barns and horse farms of Kentucky, Joe Con immigrated to the Bay Area in 2000 at seventeen and found himself living in the Tenderloin, “where piles of trash contrast the weed smell” and “evil lurks” around every dark corner. It was from this glorious cesspool that Joe Con the doomsday poet and MC sprang up like a lotus out of mud, determined to slip through the cracks of a system he now perceived to be hell bent on subjugating the human spirit and replacing Life itself with man’s polluted image of It. And thank God (in all Her native tongues) he has.
Joe Con is now in the Los angeles Area with his AC Shotta bredren making it happen with the lost angels.

