So if you see him on the street looking lil spaced out, do your part for Guyanese music and snatch his ass of the street and drop him off at the nearest studio. Guyana thanks you.
A lil bit I found from the Accolade website:
Clifford Charles hardly looks like a man with a redemptive tale to tell. Both his attire and his voice when he speaks seem to constitute the epitome of ghetto classic, or rather ghetto standard. Early years Charles grew up in the village of Beterverwagting on the East Coast of Demerara. He doesn’t remember much about his life then, outside of the fact that everywhere he went he would sing. Before he was seven, he and a brother could belt out by heart every song in his father’s oldies collection. People would remember him as the boy who was always singing.
Sidebar: Why Guyanese foreign minded so, we have artists called, Alabama, Montana & Dallas, what's up with that?