@Tenchi®
@Barnett114
Yo, the dusty prophets be Wildin' out. I'm walking through uptown on business (literally my job to go site to site) and I walk past a brotha folding a coat . Obviously I'm just minding my business...I came up in the hood. Unless you knew somebody, you kept your eyes forward and stepped. That nodding shyt used to get people beat up if the person nodded at took it wrong.
Anyway, I'm walking and I hear this guy say dead ass "You a c00n, man. A house nikka. It's ok, I'm a nikka too. But you a house nikka."
I'm thinking it's another ignant person talking too loud on the phone.
"Doesn't matter how you dress or how you talk, you hear me?"
Mind you he is walking behind me be a good distance, but he is fukking loud. Then the shoe drops.
"Doesn't matter if you have nice shoes, trendy bags, or a nice watch."
He was talking about/at me the whole time
But I'm out here in a blue sweater, olive khakis with a scuff mark and a bleach stain over the left pocket, and some skytops. I wanted to say something but he made up his mind about me. It was like the coli irl. Dude made a snap judgement on me in my chilling clothes. bruh talmbout "you gonna learn one day."
Son look the same age as me