Mama's Gun.

These last few posts have been about my mother. She's a bad mother...shut yo mouth. My mother is the only woman that I think could've won the heisman trophy if she went to college. At 4'11", my mother can probably beat the shit out of any man alive. I've cursed out a lot of people in my life and I've run my mouth so much despite my small frame, but none of that compares to the stuff my mother has done.

We were in the movies watching Another 48 Hours once and I remember someone talking in the movie. My mother turned around and said something like, "shut the hell up" or whatever it was. All I know is that someone pulled out a gun and fired off a shot and I only think she ran because I was with her.

I remember going up to the basketball court once when I was like eight and a group of guys chased me off the court. This was like 1990 and everyone was in their New Jack City attitude. We lived in the heart of the ghetto and people got shot all the time for stupid stuff. Knowing this, my mother still made me go back up to the court. I told her that the guys looked dangerous and I think they might have a gun. My mother went in the kitchen and came back with a damn 2 X 4 and told me to take that and use it if any of them tried anything.

Let me remind you that these dudes were like 15-18 years old, there were like ten of them and one of me and I was only EIGHT! With this kind of influence, it's no wonder that I was cursing out my teachers in the third grade. Lady, I almost died yesterday over a basketball, hell no I aint do my damn homework.