Anybody been to jail/county?
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Blackout
just your usual nerdy brotha
What job you got with those records?you gotta be joking
As for the thread,I got 3 felonies(5 if I include my juvenile record),all back when I was a teen/ young adult..did time in the county,penitentiary,boot camp,work release..in my early 30's now and besides a couple traffic tickets, I been living that legal life for a good 10 years straight,decent job,my own crib, and riding foreign whips
Yung Yogurt
Culo Season
not only serving time but imagine working somewhere like that with savages 40+ hrs a week and then trying to go home and be normal. They would have to pay me 6 figures for me to even think about working a job like thatWonder how nikkas mental be after they serve time at places like pelican bay and san quentin
Yung Yogurt
Culo Season
He prolly got IT certs on deck doggy, this the coli homey...thats what nikkas do here
Blackout
just your usual nerdy brotha
Yung Yogurt
Culo Season
right or it could turn u into a sexual predator. My man black todd used to work as a CO in the DC area and he seen butfuccing activities on the daily basis. Next thing u know, my nikka black is trying to buttfukk me at a family reunion of all places. I almost killed that nikka.
have you been to jail.
Yea, when theres fruity colorado cacs everywhere.
So after 6 dudes beat you up, where did you sleep?
pawdalaw
Superstar
Did a few county stints on traffic tickets and shyt. one of the most memorable stories was seeing some Nikkas from Chicago get caught up in Detroit on some Dope charges. It's ironic because the week prior I had read the story of their arrest in the newspaper. They got pulled over on the highway. Them boys called the dogs out and they found; and I quote exactly (to my recollection) A ki, a half ki, an eigth of a ki, an oz. and an eightball of cooked cocaine. Them nikkas knew they was about to do some time. They was in there biting their nails and shyt. cursing that damn police dog. Having conversations with God out loud and shyt. I felt sorry for them. They seemed like good dudes... except they sold crack. this was during the disproportionate law times. So Them Nikkas was prolly looking at life. I never heard or found out what became of them... I hope they by now seen the light of day. Because it was obvious that they were pawns.
My worst stint was as a Juvenile. I was a runaway. Caught with about 10 rocks at 16. police twisted my arm until my shoulder dislocated. banged my head on a brick wall.Took me to the precinct, threatened to beat my ass if I was lying about my age. Some old Uncle tom ass cop sang a song seemingly to mock me while he was taking my prints booking me and shyt. when they took me to the cell house it was like a scene from the movies. everyone waving their hands through the bars trying to get the CO's attention. He put me in the first cell. everybody asking for a cigarette. the metal walls were rusted from inmates pissing in the corner.
later they brought in 2 kids my age that had beat a crackheads ass. a female CO came and told us that if you got a gun or drug charge You going to the Youth home. They both looked at Me with sorrow on their faces. They was like " You gonna have to fight for Your life up in there. I didn't really feel any type of way. I was just tired of the street life and missed the restrictive home that I ran away from. In my heart i knew I was ready for whatever. I remember being transported to the Juvenile. As I'm being processed in, there was a riot on the 4th floor. The intake "clerk" gave me pants that were so big that they would fall down if I didn't hold them up... And guess where they put me? On the 4th floor where they just squashed the uprising. I told the nurse there that I was suicidal so they gave me a mattress in the hallway. When day broke I just sat back and watched... Who was strong, who was weak etc. the next night they put me in my own room. And the nikka in the cell next to me would sing himself to sleep. I swear that nikka had a beautifull voice. Not on some gay r&b shyt. The nikka could just sing and I was in awe by that shyt.
After the first couple of days I was able to move about and scope the situation. There were killers there. Young rich nikkas on the phone talking about selling their benz's and shyt to try to make bond. In the Day room there was a table where all the "big" boys sat. right in front of the TV. They were the first to get lunch trays and shyt. I knew I had to make some type of power play. the next day, I was the first one out and I sat at the table. The dude that I presumed to be the leader. confronted me and said "That seat is already taken killa" had he came at me any other way I knew it would get ugly. but because he called me killer I was Just like "ok" and moved. None of them nikkas fukked with me after that. It was just a quiet unspoken respect. A few days later this young big nikka came in. didn't respect the pecking order. just grabbed a chair and took it and sat down in front of the TV. He was asked to move several times. but he was like "fukk that! I aint moving shyt." that night almost the whole pod beat his ass in the bathroom.
One of the things that stick out the most in my mind was all of the Young black males. I remember moving about the facility and You would just see hundrends maybe thousands of black teenagers of every hue, height,fat, skinny. many with battle scars, missing teeth, casts on limbs, black eyes, faces stitched up. It was surreal. because danger was always there. If God was in my life at that moment, He was definitely smiling at me. because I left unscathed.
My worst stint was as a Juvenile. I was a runaway. Caught with about 10 rocks at 16. police twisted my arm until my shoulder dislocated. banged my head on a brick wall.Took me to the precinct, threatened to beat my ass if I was lying about my age. Some old Uncle tom ass cop sang a song seemingly to mock me while he was taking my prints booking me and shyt. when they took me to the cell house it was like a scene from the movies. everyone waving their hands through the bars trying to get the CO's attention. He put me in the first cell. everybody asking for a cigarette. the metal walls were rusted from inmates pissing in the corner.
later they brought in 2 kids my age that had beat a crackheads ass. a female CO came and told us that if you got a gun or drug charge You going to the Youth home. They both looked at Me with sorrow on their faces. They was like " You gonna have to fight for Your life up in there. I didn't really feel any type of way. I was just tired of the street life and missed the restrictive home that I ran away from. In my heart i knew I was ready for whatever. I remember being transported to the Juvenile. As I'm being processed in, there was a riot on the 4th floor. The intake "clerk" gave me pants that were so big that they would fall down if I didn't hold them up... And guess where they put me? On the 4th floor where they just squashed the uprising. I told the nurse there that I was suicidal so they gave me a mattress in the hallway. When day broke I just sat back and watched... Who was strong, who was weak etc. the next night they put me in my own room. And the nikka in the cell next to me would sing himself to sleep. I swear that nikka had a beautifull voice. Not on some gay r&b shyt. The nikka could just sing and I was in awe by that shyt.
After the first couple of days I was able to move about and scope the situation. There were killers there. Young rich nikkas on the phone talking about selling their benz's and shyt to try to make bond. In the Day room there was a table where all the "big" boys sat. right in front of the TV. They were the first to get lunch trays and shyt. I knew I had to make some type of power play. the next day, I was the first one out and I sat at the table. The dude that I presumed to be the leader. confronted me and said "That seat is already taken killa" had he came at me any other way I knew it would get ugly. but because he called me killer I was Just like "ok" and moved. None of them nikkas fukked with me after that. It was just a quiet unspoken respect. A few days later this young big nikka came in. didn't respect the pecking order. just grabbed a chair and took it and sat down in front of the TV. He was asked to move several times. but he was like "fukk that! I aint moving shyt." that night almost the whole pod beat his ass in the bathroom.
One of the things that stick out the most in my mind was all of the Young black males. I remember moving about the facility and You would just see hundrends maybe thousands of black teenagers of every hue, height,fat, skinny. many with battle scars, missing teeth, casts on limbs, black eyes, faces stitched up. It was surreal. because danger was always there. If God was in my life at that moment, He was definitely smiling at me. because I left unscathed.
