Growing up I lived in kind of the ghetto area of town where I'd have to catch the bus. Back then I was living with my aunt and step-uncle and they'd regularly beat the fuck out of me for even the smallest shit. One day they got a crappy old volvo (my cousin Jacob called it "Dirty" affectionately, I'll admit that was one old fucked up car heh) and I was really excited because I wouldn't have to ride in the bus anymore and the kids wouldn't make fun of me for being smelly and looking poor.
My aunt looked me straight in the eye and said, if I ever catch you in that car I'll whoop your fucking ass raw. I definitely believed them so I'd just watch my cousin take it for a spin in the evening and silently pray every day that I'd get a chance to hop in the back seat. One day Jake and I decided enough was enough so I go outside next to the car and climb into a large trashbag. I feel my cousin pick me up throw me down the hill that was next to our house. At this point my auntie and uncle come out to check what was going on. They see me rollin'. They hatin'. Patrollin' and tryna catch me riding Dirty.
My aunt looked me straight in the eye and said, if I ever catch you in that car I'll whoop your fucking ass raw. I definitely believed them so I'd just watch my cousin take it for a spin in the evening and silently pray every day that I'd get a chance to hop in the back seat. One day Jake and I decided enough was enough so I go outside next to the car and climb into a large trashbag. I feel my cousin pick me up throw me down the hill that was next to our house. At this point my auntie and uncle come out to check what was going on. They see me rollin'. They hatin'. Patrollin' and tryna catch me riding Dirty.
