I'ma say this because I see a lot of y'all nikkas scared or giving props to these nikkas. I shouldn't even be saying shyt like this but I lived this life. Luckily, I got caught w/ a trumped minor felony & they didn't get me on the rest of the shyt I was pulling cause I was slick. After that, I was still doing my thing but I wasn't out there like that. These fukking white people (not all) & pigs weren't gonna subject me to what I can or can't do by being behind prison walls. I don't respect these nikkas. Y'all nikkas don't even know how many cousins you have out here. That could be yours. I've done a lot of shyt out here in these streets that I don't necessarily regret because it is what it is but dumb shyt, i've never been apart of that game. I'm 25 in 8 days & my momma told me i'd be dead before I was 16. <<< Which I should've been. I counted till the 18 birthday, then the 21st birthday & now i'm almost 25. This shyt is real. When you have to wake up in the middle of the night sweating, having nightmares of shyt you because you have a price on your head & the thoughts of what shouldn't have done or what you shouldn't have seen, that's shyt's not cool. You think every fukking thing is a rap song. Dying isn't cool. Respecting or looking up to nikkas that don't give a fukk about life tells more about you. Clown me, neg me to oblivion or whatever but that shyt's not cool.
@ comparing real life to tv characters. Go sit in a corner somewhere.
@ some of you.
later that night like ain't shyt happen
congratulations?
