I posted this before but I wanna hear some new stories 
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let my boy get jumped by 5 guys back in HS
there was some talk that day that my boy chris got caught up in some drama over a girl and something might be going down after school. being the coward ass nikka that I am, I wanted to avoid getting sucked into all that bullshyt
the dudes he pissed off were in a gang and I ain't bout that life 
after school I snuck out the back way to get to the bus stop. I could see a crowd already there in the distance
turns out the fight was at my bus stop and chris was already rumbling with 5 nikkas.
stood at the crosswalk trying to decide what to do......
my nikka chris was gettin stomped out
5 seconds later turned around and went back to school
he didn't see me. turns out tho he stabbed one of the guys during the fight and was charged. it turned into some whole big shyt that messed up his life for years
talked with him days after the fight and tried to pump out my chest on some "maaaan if I was there..." cracking my fist and shyt. dude just looked at me like
he knew, implicitly, that I bytched out


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let my boy get jumped by 5 guys back in HS

there was some talk that day that my boy chris got caught up in some drama over a girl and something might be going down after school. being the coward ass nikka that I am, I wanted to avoid getting sucked into all that bullshyt
the dudes he pissed off were in a gang and I ain't bout that life 
after school I snuck out the back way to get to the bus stop. I could see a crowd already there in the distance
turns out the fight was at my bus stop and chris was already rumbling with 5 nikkas.stood at the crosswalk trying to decide what to do......
my nikka chris was gettin stomped out5 seconds later turned around and went back to school

he didn't see me. turns out tho he stabbed one of the guys during the fight and was charged. it turned into some whole big shyt that messed up his life for years
talked with him days after the fight and tried to pump out my chest on some "maaaan if I was there..." cracking my fist and shyt. dude just looked at me like

he knew, implicitly, that I bytched out










you better hope I don't catch you in these streets.
