Niccas got their soul snatched.
Daily.
Daily.
At lunch. In the middle of class. In front of teachers. In front of chix.
You know it's real when you make the teachers come outta their face and laugh and have to jump back into character real quick.
You know it's about to be a real session between two heavyweights when the whole whole class get quiet on some. ..
You had to go to war everyday. Shyt was like bloodsport. Get ya rank and ya wins up.
Any sign of weakness. .. at ya head.
Anybody can get it. .. teachers and chix too.
Shyt would be so real, folks felt a lil way years later when we saw each other .
The shyt they call bullying today to these kids was just a way of life and that shyt was kinda light.
I had morals to my shyt tho. .. I'd never come at anyone who I knew was likely impoverished and/ or clearly had a deficit beyond their control. Some wolves didn't care. .. but I couldn't do that shyt.
You gotta know your kids man... shyt ain't nowhere the way it used to be in many city schools that aren't super urban, but everybody ain't built for the city public schools.
Some of y'all who are parents would be ready to murk somethin if y'all really knew the shyt that goes on in city public schools.