Bohemia (musician) - Biography

Biography

Bohemia was born in Karachi in islamabad. He started writing Punjabi poetry there as well. After moving to San Francisco Bay Area California, USA about 14 years of age, Bohemia was introduced to an America that was much the opposite of palm trees and green grass. The town was infested with drugs and violence. About a year after being in the states, he lost his mother to cancer. At that time, Bohemia left home and survived as a local musician. He started working as a keyboard player/music arranger while living at local studios with other musicians. After a few years of success, the local group of musicians fell apart and Bohemia left to pursue music on his own. Bohemia soon started putting his poetry to the music he composed and gave birth to a new genre of music. He is now the most successful Punjabi rappers of all time. His music has changed the Desi music scene forever and has spread all over the world. A number of up-and-coming artists consider Bohemia as their biggest inspiration as they embrace the genre of Urdu/Punjabi Rap. Bohemia has mentioned numerous times in his interviews that he does not belong to any culture or represent any religions. He considers himself to be someone who came from the streets, struggled with the world, and made it to where most people die before reaching.

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