...By the time I actually saw my pops again, he was naked behind some iron doors with a special peep hole
Tale of the Streetz, Part 4:
Think it was during the summer and I couldn't be no more than about 6 or 7-years-old. This day in particular I remembered because my mother had bought these magic LA Gear shoes to make me walk fast. We keep going to these bail loan places to where she kept talking about putting up the house (I didn't understand then what was going on).
I hadn't seen my pops in like a month; he was real famous at that point because he was all over the television and newspaper (something about being caught on a boat with some car keys or boat keys or some keys I didn't see what the big deal was). We would have a lot of times like these to come but by the time I actually saw my pops again he was naked behind some iron doors with a special peep hole (with the bad guys with guns, as he would call them, watching him). [He was] telling me we was going to go shopping when he got home (which I clearly recall because I got a Nintendo).
I hated that period because my mother was always crying in her room and making noise everyday at the sky.
My mother came from a poor family and my pops was just that nigga who “made it happen” from a young age. And fuck, that just seem like the story of my life, stuck in-between the life everyone wanted, and the life of poverty and grinding. My mother worked three, four, five jobs at a time. My pops- I guess because he had come from nothing- looked at life like. “Fuck it, there's money out here and I’m gonna go get it.”
But when a nigga that never had money is getting money, that's a whole other drug you can't imagine because it comes with a lot of fake friends, love, hoes, material shit. Sometimes you can get caught up in the wrong shit and forget the shit that counts dred. But I'm thankful he made those mistakes because I learned a lot from them.
This nigga was a good nigga, but at the same time he was the worst, so much so you loved and respected him but you also feared him. At certain points my pops treated my mom like shit and was real controlling (abusive) and I hated that nigga for that.
When my mom ran away from him, trust I was the first thing she packed. When I was young, we spent a lot of time moving around, starting over in different places, a lot of those middle of the night getaways.
My pops spent a lot of time balling, fighting cases, and in jail while my moms spent a lot of time working and fighting to keep me out the streets. But by the time my pops actually lost a case, I was a fucking beast and all of her of whipping, screaming, and kicking me out the house, was only making me laugh and pushing us further apart. So by the time she was finding money and other shit in my room, I guess she figured she wasn't going through the same shit again with her son like she did with her marriage (that's when you get the famous, “I wish I never had you” line). For some people that would hurt, but since I was out there seeing all that I was seeing, that wasn't shit.
By the time I was 15 I had already been kidnapped, seen my mom shot, started hustling, shot niggas, been shot at, been apart of police raids, and shit was only about to get better, trust me. What’s funny is that that shit is now the backdrop for my music. Who would have thought that I would have a chance to tell my story, and do what I love, and make money? Only in America.
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