He got to 16 and lost count so he kept going until I was wiping my tears with my shirt
gatdamn bruh
salute to your pops for beating that ass when needed...dude really gave af about you to the point he was not gonna let you become a delinquent.
but dude lashed ole girl in that clip 90 times tho....precisely...by the second
I got a better idea...punch your daughter in the face 9 times...your gonna go to jail anyway right...she can wear a black eye....she gonna be wearing them welts...what's the difference...use the belt buckle and hit her a few times it might leave a scar for life.... but hey she needed to be taught a lesson...a lesson that needed to be uploaded to worldstar
My dad could make my sisters cry by using words...he never beat us, he just wasn't the one for the fukking games and we knew it, this random nikka wouldn't move off our stoop once and my mom asked him to move, he rolled his eyes...my dad walked outside and hit dude with a 6 piece...masterfully, then went inside and took his insulin... I kept fukking up in school and my dad took all my fresh pairs of nikes and adidas and left me a fresh pair of black no name joints with the one strap, nikkas had jokes for me all day..this is 20+ years ago, when nikkas said "what are those"

it was a serious question...

when he came home that night I was clearly shaken from my experience...he told me one more call or letter home and you gonna rock them shyts till summer, then threw me the keys to the deuce' n a quarter and told me to get my shoes out of his trunk...
I miss that guy
