Growing up in BK was so DOPE. The best experience that you can ask for. I saw it all, pre-crack to post-crack eras. Been riding the buses since Add-a-Rides (white tickets) and Transfers (blue or orange tickets), been chased by every breed of stray dogs, played in 3 story abandoned buildings with missing floors, one misstep an that's all she wrote! In the summer I went to free breakfast and free lunch everyday at 3 different schools, not because I was hungry, it was just because that what we did. I played football, coco Alevio, box ball, chinese hand ball, flies up, skelly, whiffle ball, tag, etc. on a SIDEWALK until I was old enough to play in the street and abandoned lots, I rocked Mark 5 sneakers, Puma, Pony, Pro-Cons, nu-Cons, Pro Players, Pro Keds, Buster Brown (free lollipop when you buy a pair), 69ers, and Jox as PLAY sneakers (we had 1 pair for playing outside and 1 pair for school), we had block parties where people battled in rapping, breaking, popping, and DJing, when we didn't have money we rode on the back of the bus (outside hanging on the vents) for blocks at a time. As I got older I used to hang out
downtown BK by the Albee Square Mall where I seen the likes of the REAL 50
Cent (yes we was shook of him), Kane, Biz, Mark Breland, and every kind of
hard rock that you can imagine, older dudes used to scheme on me and my
homeboy's rope chains (yeah we tucked them in, we was teens and them
niqqas was older and WAY realer than us, so we played our lane until I
started carrying my moms .22) I've seen stabbings and shootings galore, more dead bodies than I can count, more robberies and jumpings than most have
seen, I remember BK when Reid ave. wasnt Malcolm X Blvd, Sumner ave.
wasn't Marcus Garvey, I remember when there was no Z train, I remember when Jaz-O sold incense on Bushwick and Kossuth Ave. Don't let me start on
ENY, the 'Ville, C.I., Flatbush, Red Hook, Fort Green, etc. As a teen, living arrangements, weed, liquor, beer, hip-hop, boxing, basketball, football and boredom allowed me to literally venture
throughout the whole BK. I have stories because I am Brooklyn....so Brooklyn.
being raped/robbed was expected 
trains, there's a few of them in the yard near the E180th Street station in the BX, during rush hour when the yard is empty you can see them clearly, they look 
though, but still cool to see them, reminds me of the good ol days. 
Aren't your from Chicago? Have some Goddamn respect for yourself instead of groupieng it out
i wanted to live there BAD as a kid and do all the stereotypes. walkin down the street to chill with everybody on the steps of a brown stone, girls jump ropin or playin hop scotch, somebody opened the fire hydrant
, nikkas battlin on the corner for no reason whatsoever, that fat puerto rican bytch thats always hangin out her window yellin to the streets... talkin that weird ass slang like
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