I was jacked at gunpoint to my dome for my patent leather Jordan's, Starter cap, Leather jacket, and gold watch when I was 18. A friend saw me getting jacked and he rolled up with another cat drew down and got me my shit back. Of course I started talking mad shit to the jacker once I saw my boys had the drop on him.
And another time I got caught slippin on South Main by club Carrington's and got car jacked. I gave it up and that's why I'm hear today.
hi mom
Those days are long gone. I'm a hawk on security now and I'm a pretty good marksman. You live you learn.
And one time I got knocked the fucked out by a hood bully. He suckered punched me and when I woke up I was in the middle of the street. I couldnt get revenge because he died in a shootout with someone 2 weeks later.