Man, growing up in the '80s and '90s was crazy because of crack.
I've been in rooms full of 10, 12 dudes smoking crack in a basement. . . . on Christmas Eve brehs
I was like 9 years old at the time.
I watched my parents fighting like Hearns and Hagler and had to break it up, then try to go to sleep to go to school a few hours later.
I done seen nikkaz at school fukking in the classroom, with the teacher present. . . in the 3rd grade.
I saw high-school gangbangers whoop my homeboy's ass when we were in the 4th grade and they asked us what set we claimed and we were like little nerdy kids at the time and we didn't know what they were talking about so they jumped us.
I started running, but my homie got stomped out at 10 years old, mang
To this day, I feel guilty about leaving my homie there to get his ass whooped, while I ran away

. We should have just taken the ass whoopin' together.
After I realized that he wasn't with me, I ran back, the dudes had ran and I had to practically carry him to house where an old woman called the police and ambulance.
That's all I can think of right now.