Have you had moments where you tried to keep it mad real and it went horribly wrong?
Here's mine. I was 23 at the time. Me and my nikka were on our way to a house party when i was still in college. We was getting ready. I had some weed i bought from my dude and had about a blunt and a half's worth left so we said we was gonna get there and spark up.
So...as we're walking to the party we go down this alley way as a shortcut right in the middle of the neighborhood. We see this group of 5 cats approach us. 5 brehs. The funny thing was they had two british nikkas with em. Had the accents and everything. Like some SAS east london ass nikkas.they was asking us where this party was at....we told them it was ahead of them. Then one them asks me if they know if they could find any tree.
At this point....i should of just said no and walked away. But me being young dumb and just not thinking figured i might as well sell them this shyt for 10 bucks and have some extra money. So i pulled out the bag to show this bre, he grabs it...and walks away with his boys as its obvious they stole my weed or was tryna get away with it.
This is another moment where i should of rethought things. A fight over a ten dollar bag of weed isnt really worth it. But being drunk high and pissed i was like "hey were you going with my weed?" I ran up to the nikka and put my hand on his shoulder and as soon as i did that, he turns around and swings at me with a right hook. I dodged that shyt like whoa. I then grabbed him by the collar with my left hand and just blasted his face with two punchs.
Ofcourse....without thinking and my pride being too much of a priority over logic, i conveniently forgot this guy had four other people with him.
Next thing i know, im getting thrown around like a rag doll between all fove of these dudes. They were taking turns hitting me and all missed. It was honestly the worst brawl ive ever witnessed. I was on the ground trying not to vet kicked in the head....next thing i know? Im getting undertaker tombstoned pntp the ground.
Him and his nikkas just left and they was laughing. I had no scratches on me and i was like....eh fukk it.
And this is when i should of just stopped and moved on...but again my pride got the best of me.
As they were far off a couple feet away in the distance walking away with my weed...after tryna jump me, i turned and yelled in these cats direction "is that all you got you fukking pussies?"
And walked away to the direction of the party. Not looking back.
Seconds before i get to the door of the house where the party is at i hear footsteps. Behind me is the guy that took my weed and tried to swing at me.
I turn and before anything....it was like my life flashed before my eyes.
He said "I've been boxing since i was 9 bytch" and with that just hit me with the hardest right hook ive ever taken to my eye socket. I was dizzy and discombobulated. He then grabs me and throws me against a car that was parked. Me...at this point? My eyebrow is split open and gushing blood and i was in no position to fight anymore. Plus his boy was tryna flash his piece at me to tell me to let it go o i just ran into the party (as it was just a foot away now) and hid in the crowd. Until my friends got there.
I tried keeping it real...and it went very wrong.
I should of known that that bag of weed was not worth it but it was the principle of the matter...plus i wanted to smoke a damn blunt at the party.
My pride and my lack of critical thinking ability made me actually think i could take on 5 people at once. I will never do that again.
I still have the scar from the stitches that i got that night after getting punched.
Sometimes...keeping it real? Could go very wrong.
Here's mine. I was 23 at the time. Me and my nikka were on our way to a house party when i was still in college. We was getting ready. I had some weed i bought from my dude and had about a blunt and a half's worth left so we said we was gonna get there and spark up.
So...as we're walking to the party we go down this alley way as a shortcut right in the middle of the neighborhood. We see this group of 5 cats approach us. 5 brehs. The funny thing was they had two british nikkas with em. Had the accents and everything. Like some SAS east london ass nikkas.they was asking us where this party was at....we told them it was ahead of them. Then one them asks me if they know if they could find any tree.
At this point....i should of just said no and walked away. But me being young dumb and just not thinking figured i might as well sell them this shyt for 10 bucks and have some extra money. So i pulled out the bag to show this bre, he grabs it...and walks away with his boys as its obvious they stole my weed or was tryna get away with it.
This is another moment where i should of rethought things. A fight over a ten dollar bag of weed isnt really worth it. But being drunk high and pissed i was like "hey were you going with my weed?" I ran up to the nikka and put my hand on his shoulder and as soon as i did that, he turns around and swings at me with a right hook. I dodged that shyt like whoa. I then grabbed him by the collar with my left hand and just blasted his face with two punchs.
Ofcourse....without thinking and my pride being too much of a priority over logic, i conveniently forgot this guy had four other people with him.
Next thing i know, im getting thrown around like a rag doll between all fove of these dudes. They were taking turns hitting me and all missed. It was honestly the worst brawl ive ever witnessed. I was on the ground trying not to vet kicked in the head....next thing i know? Im getting undertaker tombstoned pntp the ground.
Him and his nikkas just left and they was laughing. I had no scratches on me and i was like....eh fukk it.
And this is when i should of just stopped and moved on...but again my pride got the best of me.
As they were far off a couple feet away in the distance walking away with my weed...after tryna jump me, i turned and yelled in these cats direction "is that all you got you fukking pussies?"
And walked away to the direction of the party. Not looking back.
Seconds before i get to the door of the house where the party is at i hear footsteps. Behind me is the guy that took my weed and tried to swing at me.
I turn and before anything....it was like my life flashed before my eyes.
He said "I've been boxing since i was 9 bytch" and with that just hit me with the hardest right hook ive ever taken to my eye socket. I was dizzy and discombobulated. He then grabs me and throws me against a car that was parked. Me...at this point? My eyebrow is split open and gushing blood and i was in no position to fight anymore. Plus his boy was tryna flash his piece at me to tell me to let it go o i just ran into the party (as it was just a foot away now) and hid in the crowd. Until my friends got there.
I tried keeping it real...and it went very wrong.
I should of known that that bag of weed was not worth it but it was the principle of the matter...plus i wanted to smoke a damn blunt at the party.
My pride and my lack of critical thinking ability made me actually think i could take on 5 people at once. I will never do that again.
I still have the scar from the stitches that i got that night after getting punched.
Sometimes...keeping it real? Could go very wrong.
. Although if I was tryna call her one I wouldn't have been wrong
