My pops, while he had the capacity to beat me like a slave, didn't do it too often, in retrospect. He only came in with the beats when I had really gotten out of line. He did more talking to me than anything. If I screwed up in school, he would sit me down at the kitchen table and talk to me about the importance, as a young black kid, of getting my education and doing right, how I already had two strikes against me... We would be sitting there for what seemed like eternity, but he was lacing me with game that would stick with me for life. Even now, with my sons, I do more talking than beating. My wife handles the misdemeanor beatings, I come in when a felony is committed.
My pops would play mind games with a nikka, though. I remember distinctly this one time, a 12 year old nikka had a little money in his pocket, and I had bought myself this container of Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream. So I went to the kitchen, and took it out the freezer. You know when you lift up something expecting it to be full, but it's actually empty? That's what it was like when I took out that ice cream. Now, in the projects, we had these little kitchens, and pops would be sitting at the table looking at the TV/reading the paper, and the fridge was right behind him. So I stood there looking in the cup like
... The cup had like maybe two spoonfuls left in there. I knew my pops had to have eaten it, my moms didn't eat ice cream. Without even turning to look at me from the TV, pops was like "You got the freezer open?" "Yeah..." "Oh yeah, I ate some of your ice cream
..." I'm like
, and I'm thinking to myself, "some?!? this nikka ate the whole thing!" Like he was reading my mind, he was like "I left you some in there, though"
... Course, I couldn't come sideways at my pops, so I had to be easy... I stood there looking in the cup like
and my pops tells me "you gonna eat it now?"
So I'm like
"nah, I'm good".... Then my pops was like "if you aint gonna eat it, I'll eat the rest
" Again I'm like
I'm thinking I'd have been better off if he'd just ate the whole thing. The whole time, the nikka did not turn around once to address me, just kept watching TV/looking at the paper... So I just put it back and took my L and kept pushing... Funny thing was, it wasn't till many years later, when I had this isolated incident come up in my mind, that I got what he was doing. I was sitting at my kitchen table laughing thinking about how just now I was peeping game on what he did to me.
nikka take off everything cept them draws.
How was your day? I missed you so much!!! *look back to my mom like
You gonna handle that?
Okay daddy! *looks back at mom* 
One day I didn't listen and kept poppin off..she was like "Wait, til we get home" I totally forgot about it, not even thinking about what I did. As soon as we got home, I walk in like nothing completely oblivious to my mom's earlier threat.....the door wasn't even closed a second, bags were dropped on the floor and *wap* Don't *wap* EVER *wap* disrespect *wap* me *wap* AGAIN!!!! Me: 
dont fukking look at me" 
So I snapped, I said leave me alone ya...ya bytches!
ooooooooo we tellllllin!
"
)........my dad was spying on me as I rapped along LOUDLY....
Only one time I remember my dad hitting someone was actually two times my bad. One time when my bro sneaked out the house to go to soccer practice (my dad is a school first kinda guy). Brother came in late and dad was standing at the top of the staircase like 
