real stuff. about strapping arms and felonies and fear

first im a lover first. i CAN and WILL forgive you.
great dont matter game goes on
ive had a gun to my head about five times
each time i had a sense id be okay cause the reason the crackhead junkie was doing that bs... was not cause of me..i dont steal. so yea more then once i sat calm, with a 9 mill to my head... content IF the person wasnt insane. seriously i pray when it happens and hopefully i never have to meet gun again..tis not fun.


i think the worst was right before dan and me got our f card. a dude came over..friend of a friend bs. too much trusting... he was witha girl who was a ghetto BITCH. they wanted a cheap deal that honestly regular customers get but whatever.. i didnt even like them and when i say no.. that means no. they got pissy n cause they didnt have what they wanted!! (btw be loyal and you get free shit but these ppl were thugs/punks)

next day
phone rings at 3 am. it was sat.
EVERYONE called us first. every single soul its called respect n most my peeps know that. we NEVER got a door bell unannounced at 3 am..
i TOLD dan dont go to the door. he did. i dont know why i was weird about it..call it intuition or "GOD" but i took about ten grand and 100 pills of e and went to bathroom. shut the door that does not lock and was scared shitl
then i heard the struggle "here's the pills? where's the money?"
dan cried out for me and i was mad. like let me hide. i TOLD you not to answer the door. and i didnt have a weapon. i was hiding like a scared bitch.

yet i would fight. if i heard a shot.. it woulda went down.

so what happed was... he saw where we kept drugs n money... he went thru drawers. dan finally told me it was okay to come out. i did good by hidng shit cause where he was looking is what i hid. ill never forget it.
and yeah dan was whiped by a gun. pimp slap via 9 mill. he still has the scar. i mean seriously. he had blood running down his head. we moved a week later...stayed at my gramms for a dip. it was a lesson and im glad we were just okay. it's scary what fake thugs do for cash or drugs.

we stopped sellling right after but it was too late. we were set up right before but that is the game.

i was TERRIFIED that night but i think i did good.

 

oh i went and paid about 250 for a tazer that week.

i cant own a gun but my tazer will take em. im ready to fight now. bring it on.
it SUCKS i cant legally own a piece but i dont need it. tazers pawn anyways. they do exactly what ppl want if they are true..bring the bitch down n not kill them.

 

i saw his blood bleeding bleeding and said
you need need stitches. ill create a story for you omg are you okay ( i felt like shit he got hurt.. i DO love d.. my OG).. omg he was all "no blah blah"

i felt like shit he had that gun to his head and had to go thru the drawers and got whacked via 9.
at the same time i TOLD his punk ass
do not answer.
im nuts but i feel things. i TOLD him. but he did not deserve that.

a true dodging of bullets tho. it happens but it's situational. til that gun is your or your loved ones face.. u dont know how you'd react.you dont know cause it happens so fast n like a movie that is why im NOT mad at d for calling my name even tho i was SCARED n i wanted to hide. he was scared shitless that bitch was CRAZY. it worked tho. the two of us..bitch left with nothing but a pimp slap. GOD loves me.