I remember when a young nikka was getting bullied on the bus when I was in elementary, and I made up an excuse on why I couldn't catch that bus anymore cause it changed its route. My pops knew I was bullshyting from the jump and asked why I was lying, so I told him. Next day he marched me down to the bus stop - picture me a half-breed dark-lightskin skinny dude - my pops a Ving Rhames-looking muhfukka. So before the bus even arrived at my stop, I was standing there like I was 10-ft tall with a smirk on my face - thinking them older kids wasn't gonna fukk with me after seeing my pops. Bus arrived, my pops helped me on the bus, I sat down thinking I done came up. Bus took off, and before I got to school I had a swollen cheek and no bag on my back. Moral of the story is: he knew I was probably going to get beaten up AGAIN, but he also knew I had to face my fears head-on, because life isn't worth living - if you live it in fear.

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