Yeah man , I can vouch for that 100% coming up in NYC in the 90s . For as long as I was in the school system I was always fighting and 70% of the time I didn't antagonize it . Back then it was mandatory for you to know how to fight or else you were perceived as a bytch or p*ssy and nikkas wouldnt respect you at all . In alot of ways I feel like I was robbed of my childhood because of the environment I was brought up in . Back then their was no age bracket when it came to just lounging in the hood I would be like 9 years old with 2 of my other 9 year old friends and we would be lounging with 15-16 like it was nothing when they were manipulating us expose us to stuff we werent ready for . The first time a gun was put in my hands was at 11 years old from my friend who was 15 and by time I was 13 I was already selling crack , involved in gangs , robbing nikkas on trains etc . Sometimes I dwell on my upbrings and I'm think grateful that I'm prevailed and made it out of my environment because 75% of the people I grew up with are either 6 feet deep under or doing jersey numbers . 90's babies are kind lucky though even though violence is still relevant it wasn't at the magnitude it was back then at all .
shyt was no joke back in the day. Most of the fights I got in, I never started shyt or even knew of the person. nikkas picked on me cause I was light skinned and got jumped by a bunch of 14/15 year olds back in the 7th grade when I was only 12 years old. I was a borderline psychopath that beaten someone with a rusted pipe for starting a damn fight over my Nike Airs. That thugged out nikka try to take that shyt away from me, and we traded blows. I grabbed this dude by the legs and started stomping his chest out and saw a rusted pipe, so I used that and beat the shyt outta his legs and some people in his crew were like

because I went mental patient on his bum ass.
I been in other fights back in middle school, but that shyt is insane how shyt was back in the day. Mad times, people offered me crack and weed to sell, but I refused to because I knew my Jamaican pops would send me to boot camp if I done any of that shyt. There was no "swag" back then either, and I stayed with the

face 24/7, especially after that incident when I used that pipe to take out that nikka. No one really tested me much since then, but that era was

because mad people were on probation and couldn't even leave home or school.
Super thugs and goons with the mouthpiece ran sit in the social scene back then. the "regular nikka" was non-existent, and most bytches only fukked with street nikkas with records. Most goons now are

or just plain swagless and these kids actually have a chance now.