Protegé is a Milwaukee-born recording artist, entertainer, model, and creative visionary known for blending hip-hop, R&B, pop, and cinematic storytelling into what he calls “Tymeless” music. His work centers around authenticity, ambition, love, pain, growth, and luxury lifestyle storytelling — creating experiences that connect emotionally both visually and sonically.
Beyond music, Protegé has expanded into modeling and brand collaborations, working with companies such as Stone Creek Coffee, Kesslers Diamonds, and Antetokounbros, bringing together fashion, lifestyle, and entertainment through elevated visual campaigns and creative partnerships.
“SCARS” is a deeply personal and cinematic project that transforms life’s hardest moments into powerful storytelling. Each track reflects a different chapter—loss, love, pressure, growth—revealing the experiences that leave a mark long after they pass. Blending raw lyricism with emotional depth, the project embraces vulnerability while showing the strength it takes to carry it. Instead of hiding the past, “SCARS” wears it openly—turning pain into purpose and proving that what tried to break you can ultimately define you.
Rain tapped against the windshield as he sat outside the studio, staring at the red glow of the sign like it held all his answers. Smoke filled the silence while doubt filled his chest.
He came chasing a dream, but tonight it felt like the dream was hiding from him.
He stood outside the booth as the red light glowed. Through the fogged glass, two shadows kissed where his trust used to live.
The mic hung between them like betrayal had its own voice. He said nothing, turned away, and carried a pain too deep to make a sound.
The booth was meant for music, but it became a front row seat to betrayal. I sat in silence as he walked her out like he won.
Before the door closed, he looked back and threw a peace sign. Some scars don’t bleed—they smirk.
Rain covered the driveway as he walked toward the house with a bottle in hand. She stood above on the balcony, waiting like she already knew why he came.
Some doors open to love. Others open to scars.
He stood in the mirror while the shower ran and guilt steamed the room. “Wifey” kept calling, but he couldn’t answer what he had become.
Some people miss calls. Others miss the moment they lost everything.
He stared at the keys and the note, frozen in silence. No fight, no warning—just goodbye hanging from the door.
By the time regret hit, she was already gone.
He sat with his face in his hands while the boss read the words that changed everything. Behind the cracked door, eyes watched and whispers grew louder.
Losing the job hurt. Losing it while everyone watched left a scar deeper than pride….
While the city moved outside, he sat alone writing pain onto paper. Tears fell, the record spun, and every scar became lyrics.
By sunrise, the room was dark—but he finally wasn’t….
He returned to the silence that once haunted him, but this time he controlled it. Every sleepless night, every betrayal, every scar now lived inside the music.
He learned pain doesn’t disappear—it transforms. What once wounded him became wisdom, and what once broke him became his legacy.
Time Heals Only You God Heals The Soul
Tymeless Music
Charisma Chapter 1
