Jit Master Mike

“Detroit streets thrummed with Jit before I could walk. It wasn’t just dance, it was fire in my veins, a shield from rough corners. School sharpened skills, but Jit craved more. Innovation hummed, tradition meeting asphalt. Michael Jackson moonwalks on concrete, hip-hop fused with old-school soul. This was my Jit, raw, real, Detroit’s stories in every step.

Years blurred, stages from gyms to Michael Bivens’ video. Life spun, but the beat pulsed on. Sharing this gift, this Jit, was destiny.

Jit Masters was born. Not just a crew, but a school where Jit fever takes hold. We paint joy on asphalt.”