finally realizing most of ur boys u bomb with will eventually join gangs or smoke too much
bombing ur own neighborhood in a 3 block radius over and over again with the same wak krew name and toy fat markers
walkin in circles around the same blocks
stealing bikes cause were bored
getting stopped by the same cops cause their just as bored
nutty bars and oatmeal pies
nintendo 64
peopl who didnt trip when u smokd in ther hallway
basketball rims n baseball bats
train tracks
high skool girls
TV
instigatin fight
fightz
going oustide cause u know somebodys gotta be out
u hating ur boyz boy
rackin shit
old skechbookz
vacations out ur neighborhood
pizza at 2 in da mornin
herb open 24 hours a day
winos that preach
uptown
5$$ fadez
when graphikz used to b cool
dodgin the copz past curfew for fun
whole neighborhood "man hunt"
climbin fences
too much old memories..........
and im not thankful fot the punk ass yuppies that made it so my brother kant experience the same shit....bitchez.....go bak to the suburbs