Yea I ran from a fight before, when my family moved from the east side of town to the north, my grandma told me to go to the local corner store and buy salt. Some old southern superstitious bullshit. Anyway, ion know where da fuck the store is so I walk down the wrong fucking street.
Some older niggaz was there and asked me where I’m going, I turn da fuck around immediately, I was in 5th grade and under 100 pounds. So one of them run up on me and put his arm around my shoulder and asked me again, where you going lil nigga.
Fear kicked in and I yelled at that nigga to leave me alone. Homie said, who da fuck your yelling at..(wap!) snuff me. I’m dazed and that nigga picked me up and tossed me in a ditch. And this wasn’t no little ditch, standing up in it and I still wasn’t eye level to the street.
I climbed out the ditch and assumed a fighting stance, one of them said, aye lil nigga, you betta run cause these niggaz bout to kill you dog.
I took the fuck off crying and all, probably looked like red in Friday ..but aye, is what it is
