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How Rough Is Your Neighbourhood?! (pg. 7)
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| kadomony |
| i live in philly :conf: |
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| Orbax |
miami
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| biznology |
rough?
i dont think so| |
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| MeLLyMeL |
| quote: | Originally posted by kid nyce
my neighborhood not rough at all, it's actually pretty luxurious to tell ya the truth, but i grew up in areas of violence so it's nothing new to me.
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i saw u post and i was like HELL NAH B.
ur neighbors must not like u. u look like u dont belong.
lol. jk <3 |
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| Lira |
| Nah, I live in a good neighbourhood. |
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| igottaknow |
| i live in a semi-rough rican neighborhood. lot of idiots driving around with their boom boob stereos. doesn't effect how tuff i am, one way or another. |
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| Fledz |
| quote: | Originally posted by ZeJayMan
I seen a guy get shot in both his kneecaps and then two people crushed his head with a 4x4. |
Wow. That's ed up right there :eek:
I live in a very safe neighbourhood. Always have. |
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| jupiterone |
Well I live in Massachusetts which is easily the most wannabe gangster state/area in the United States and our galaxy.
I live on Cape Cod which is even funnier. It's the home of the Kennedys and one of the wealthiest cities and towns yet people pretend to live in the ghetto.
You should hear some raps these kids do about how hey grew up in cardboard boxes and their mother spent money on cocaine and they never had a home when they're actually better well off than mostly everyone I've seen. One girl to be exact, says her life is a living hell and she lives in a run down crack shack yet her father is a lawyer and her house is in a private golf neighborhood worth over 14 million dollars.
Go figure :p |
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| josh rising |
| my hometown is the winter strawberry capital of the world. i'll let you figure out how rough it is. :D |
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| Demoted |
Where I used to live was rather bad, South Bend, Indiana. I remember one kid getting stabbed five times at my bus stop and having to witness it. lolgotpwn't. That same kid got attacked by another kid with a pool cue earlier that year. There was the heroin dealer that had a gun that used to always chill out on our playground. He wound up getting arrested plenty of times only to be released and be right back at the same spot. I remember my mom told me about how she took us kids to the city park once and two cars pulled up with gang members who brandished guns and almost robbed us, but my mom somehow managed to get us away from that and keep our attention focused on us playing. I also remember going to pick my sister up with my mom from her high school and some girl was getting beaten up by two men with belts in the parking lot. All the windows in that school (LaSalle High School) were stricken with bullet holes it seemed. My elementary school (Kennedy Elementary) wound up getting covered in graffiti one day.
I want to go back and visit South Bend some day. Many people don't realize how ty of a place that is, all they know is that Notre Dame University is there. Everything outside of that, and the College Football Hall Of Fame is dire there. People aren't happy, the kids are all lost and in gangs. Tripe ing city.
So my parents moved us down here to Georgia for those reasons alone, and ironically I got put into an elementary school right across the street from a prison where periodically people would break out.
Good times.
sorry for the flashback rant. :wtf: |
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| Lilith |
Think southern Zimbabwe where my mother lived (and I tried to avoid visiting if at all possible) was the worst, armoured Toyota Landcruiser, two pistols, two shotguns, an M16 and a mercenary was more or less always with me going outside the homestead. On the way to/from you'd pass a couple of dozen people beaten to death on the side of the road by the government militias and they tended to like setting things and people on fire.
After my mother died I gave up trying to keep the farm there, just way too dangerous with so many people getting killed all the time and eventually they tried to finish us off as well. It was a war zone, lost count of the times someone tried to shoot me over the 1-2years I was there, 6 years later, I still don't recommend anyone go there either!
Aside from that I now live in boring suburbia and quite content to never live anywhere 'exciting or adventurous' ever again. |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lilith
Think southern Zimbabwe where my mother lived (and I tried to avoid visiting if at all possible) was the worst, armoured Toyota Landcruiser, two pistols, two shotguns, an M16 and a mercenary was more or less always with me going outside the homestead. On the way to/from you'd pass a couple of dozen people beaten to death on the side of the road by the government militias and they tended to like setting things and people on fire.
After my mother died I gave up trying to keep the farm there, just way too dangerous with so many people getting killed all the time and eventually they tried to finish us off as well. It was a war zone, lost count of the times someone tried to shoot me over the 1-2years I was there, 6 years later, I still don't recommend anyone go there either!
Aside from that I now live in boring suburbia and quite content to never live anywhere 'exciting or adventurous' ever again. |
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