Frederick "Manifest" Edmonds was born to Supt. Ronnie C. Edmonds Sr. and First Lady Debra Edmonds on Feburary 24th, 1989 at Mary View Hospital. From a young boy, "Fred", has always had a calling from God on his life. Although at times he would try to get away from the church atmosphere, he could not drive away the unconditional love that God had for him.
In 2007, Manifest's love for music grew to him begining to write artistically as a poet in school. Eventually he began to feel a passion for rapping over beats made by he and his best friends, (Ronnie C. Edmonds Jr., Lamont Woodhouse, and Harold "Maestrosik" Edmonds), eventually creating a production company "R.M.L.G.", standing for thier names, Ronnie, Maurice, Lamont, and Galen. They had an official name change in 2008, and changed to (Royalty Music Label Group).
Fred, however, did not always rap about the goodness and mercy of God. The influences he had through music was mostly secular. He admits, "he was a church boy, not trying to be a church boy". One day he came to grasp a personal relationship with God and realized his "Destiny" was that of enternity and never was to be ended after Earth.
After real consentration on what he desired from life, Fred, went on a spiritual journey. In his words, "My uncle "Kenny Wayne" told me we all need to "Manifest" our gifts for God".
Soon after "Manifest" was born, on a journey to spread the gospel through rap, "rythm and poetry", to heal broken hearts, show a path to the lost, and recover those with no direction or relationship with God.
My family was directly effected by stroke. New years eve my father unknowingly showed the symptoms of a having stroke. He felt weakness in his arm & leg on his right side, but like any other man decided he would just try an sleep it off. My mother noticed that he hadn't come to bed as usual & went to check on him. It was a struggle for my father to even walk, but he insisted that he was fine.
So my mother finally got him to go get checked out after she threatened to call 911, she took him to our local fire station & they wasted no time getting him into an ambulance & to the nearest hospital. The doctor said he had a stroke & thankful it was caught before it could any worse. Of course my dad said "it was just a small one right?" The doctor answered "a stroke is a stroke." My dad walked out of that hospital just fine, he keeps the shoes he walked out in as a testimony to this day. I was younger when this occurred so I didn't really understand what the turn out really could've been. Now that I'm older I know that it was nothing but the grace of God that kept my father that night. That my family & I could have been celebrating this new year without a father.
But I am so thankful that God saw fit to keep my father here with us. I pray for the families of every stroke victim, & I trust & believe that God will give us all the knowledge & resources we need to beat this disease. For I know the plans that I have for you, plans to prosper you & not harm you. Jeremiah 29:11