Damn this thread got a nikka just thinking about my life all the good the bad and the what coulda been. Where would I be if I woulda stayed down south and went to Clark, went down there for the summer and all but I had met a chick before I left. Never talker to her before I left or while I was down south that summer but I had to come back for her. Ended up marrying her and having 3 kids. Got a lil cousin who just got his degree from down there and I'm so proud of that nikka cause all I see is the good side of me when I see him. My Lil cousins is some good nikkas, somehow they was able to come up in a family where all the men before them was crooks and in and outta jail and them nikkas all did better than us.
That metal illness shyt made me a actually shed some tears over here bruh. My pops just died back in February and he was one of the smartest people dog, I found out at the funeral that he was the first black tool and die maker to work at Chrysler. I knew my pops he wasn't some total absent cat, but he was never a father to me. Sure he could provide anything I wanted but that ain't the same. He looked just like Richard Pryor back in the day so you know what his p*ssy level was. Moms and her sisters stayed catching him cheating and whooping up on him and his hoes. Moms would tell me how it was when he was still right in the head and how she would go to pick his paycheck up and take care of everything, mind you she had quit her job to be Susie homemaker. Until he started letting other nikkas get in his head on that fukk shyt. Next thing you know some nikkas laced the weed and hit him in the head with a pipe. Moms called it the pigeon drop, that's some old school con game type shyt. Then he fell off his motorcycle and refused to go to the hospital and it was a wrap. He turned mad violent beating the shyt out of moms and on some extreme paranoia(I can tell y'all more on his crazy paranoia from when I was an adult but you would think I'm crazy too), she had to have him committed a few times. By the time I was born the marriage was just about over. Fast forward to my child hood and we could be kicking it at red lobster or going to the movies and he would just switch. Start talking about how he's god and how people at McDonald's tried to poison him and they got his phones tapped. Crazy shyt man just crazy shyt. Only times I remember seeing my moms and pops in the same building was at funerals, and the saddest shyt I ever seen was my moms up in the hospital dying from cancer and my pops crying and rubbing her feet and apologizing. I wish I had a tape of him speaking at the funeral. Most beautiful shyt I ever heard.
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Walt thanks bruh for helping me open up a Lil bit. I done lost both my brothers and my moms and pops and grand parents and not had one hour of therapy. I got some stories that I can share with y'all if its cool with @
Walt. I don't wanna hijack his shyt.
more power to you breh.
