naw man.
when i was 7 my mama was in a abusive
relationship with this hoe ass nikka that
stalked her for years......I held on to that hate and rage.
one day i was around 16-17 and walked up on
him in the liquor store where he was working
outside the bullet proof glass.
he smiled and tried to shake hands but i just
knodded and told him to take care.
(3 weeks later)
masked up with my two homies and beat
piss and shyt outta him until the lady behind
the counter cried that we were gonna kill him
and she was calling the police.
( he quit that job and started working at a barber shop)
found out where he worked and gave him the same action.
found out where he lived.......gave him the same action.
put money on his head to get stomped out anywhere.
outside his crib,grocery store,Church!!.....I didnt give a fukk!
didnt want him to die just know fear and helplesness.
this went on for like 5 years until he left st louis.
found out he died last year in los angeles homeless.
he had a stroke.
God don't like ugly. She was a bartender last i checked. 
I took the rap and, tho i represented myself, was able to get it down a violation with a fine. 
After all that, cuz i coulda snitched, the bytch aint even pay her part of the fine. 
