In highschool I lived in a new development in Forestville which at the time was considered "nice".I mean the shit was nice for Forestville but not Woodmore nice tho. Today, nobody would say its nice tho. We used to take a lot of flack from other neighborhoods tho b/c for the most part a lot of jokers from my way were kind of corny.We all were tight tho and eventually we startin get implants from other area and it became a nice lil clique.I went to catholic school in NW and stayed their with my aunt and cousin up until then.My mom used to work crazy hrs so I would stay with relatives in Seat PLeasant, NW, SE, Tidewater area all over. Now she bought a house in Md, and all is well. I was just a lil more worldly at that time than some of my friends in the neighborhood.
I always had two kinds of friends: nerdy cats b/c of school and cats with little more street edge.I was on that material shit real heavy, gear was EVERYTHING.I was small, scrawny, and shy but one thing I wasnt tho was a "Bamma". That word had a lot more negative connotation than it does now but I wasnt the one. If nuttin else I made sure my gear was RIGHT (Big Boy Style lol). I prided myself off that, plus back then people just gave a fuck about their appearance. None of that "I'm going hard or I'm just chillin" bullshit.U wanted to look like u was "gettin money" 24/7.I used to try to emulate my big cuz for the most part.I aint sayin this to brag but this essential to the story and how I was feelin at the time. Buttera.... um yeah.... lil Nero was "RIGHT".
So 9th grade up Largo comes and we used to ride the bus with other neighborhoods.My neighborhood was a bunch of freshman that year.Still kind of green to the game. A lot of them might considered corny by some.That was my crew tho. It was one or two that would throw down tho.Most was tryin to get home and catch some cartoons.
One day on the bus this dude from another neighborhood was on his soapbox. His name was "Moody". Slim was in the 11th grade and was ji popular, real lightskin bamma lol. Dude was talkin all this shit sayin everybody from my way was some clowns basically.I aint say nuttin but I was gettin steamin mad. Dude goin on and on and on blah blah blah y'all some this y'all some that.Everybody from my way just lookin str8 all scared.Slim say "I dont fuck with none them except Bill and Rodney" they were 2 older dudes from my way with some size. (how convenient
)."Them other niggas some BAMMAS!!! Fuck them BAMMAS!"At this point I couldnt take it no more. I'm thinkin in my head "Bamma? do this nigga not see this Surac sweatsuit with these Airs to match lol?" U betta take a look at me NIGGA!" I was at my boiling point so I just jumped up and blurted out" Nigga I aint no Muthafuckin BAMMA!" I meant that shit, Jack! Everybody got quiet.Folks were lookin at me like I was a dead man breathing.No more soapbox that evening tho. When we get off the bus, my nigga rodney is laughing saying "U carried the fuck out of that dude". I wasnt tryin to carry him but I felt I had did what was right.I stood up for myself I figured that was the end of it.The nextday day on the bus on the way home dude get back on his soapbox this time I'm getting hit with some serious subliminals."Niggas want to jump out there and raise their voice .....yeah I got somethin for all that".He makin lil comments and everybody know it was for me.So I'm lookin out the window silently, a lil scared, butterflies and all that. I figured it was on tho.Dude was bigger than me by a long shot but skinny too.His lil soapbox adventures made me have a strong hate and disdain for him tho.So I was like fuck that nigga, Its whatever. So dude and his boys all get off at my stop talking bout "Whats all that shit u was saying yesterday??".ALL of my freshman bretheren rolled out FAST.Just bailed, not run but walked quite gingerly away FAST.That shit ji hurt tho, these are the bammas I played nitendo and rode bikes with. Rodney was the only dude that stayed, and maybe Bill I aint sure. I was thinking yall fools can atleast WATCH damn!So this bamma Moody is doing all his theatrics. Taking off his coat this, hold my watch that, Hold my chain blah blah.He down to a T-shirt and jeans.This was like October. I'm about to do the same b/c I had on a like a starter coat. Rodney was like "naw keep YOUR coat ON." Dude come out and I stole cuz in his eye ( this was the only flush punch landed of the evening) I heard the "Oh Shit!" from the crowd, I knew did something right.After that it was a bunch of wrestling and body punching that I didnt feel b/c of the coat.Dude did knee me in the nuts tho, but nobody knew that.So they broke it up and all they saw was Moody's eye.Since he was lightskin it had a lil mark.I would come to learn that his boys would clown for losing to a youngin. I didnt realize it, but I WON! Shit my nuts was still hurting.The next day on the bus I got warm reception on some Antione Fisher shit. Hoes wanted to sit by me and all that lol.People were callin me lil Ray Leonard.All the people from dude's way was dappin me up, they were like a couple of yrs older than me.Niggas aint say shit to me b4.Then the dude Moody came to me and squashed the shit.That fight seemed like it changed things around the way to me. After that alot of the dudes around my way stopped taking shit from folk and holding their own out on them streets.
The dude Moody and myself got cool tho especially after highschool. Dude would always stay in beefs, like them good ole shootout beefs. Dude eventually killed himself trying to shoot at some other dudes but shot himself in the leg and it hit and artery I hear .I know right, WTF. R.I.P Maurice Moody.
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