I want to tell you this little story

I guess it's because you present yourself as a thug period like you know something about the street. So anyway comma a few years ago I was hollering at this thug. We ended up being friends for about 10 years. It was out in the street what I did you know what I mean? I mean why I went to prison it was known. So I pull up in front of cuz house and he's not there after you told me to come on you know? So I set there for a minute and the next thing I know this really cute little black dude probably about 6 or 8 or something when strutting by my car and just as you passed me crying these hands in his pockets so a little fat booty would show better in them Carolina blue plaid shorts he had on. My response was immediate I pick my phone up and call Cuz and asking where it was and if I could just swing thru and pick him up period he said no that he would be right there. Come to find out it was a test. Just to see how I would. When it walked up here at about 3 other thugs with him and they were looking at me kind of funny. They were standing across the way just watching. I passed the test baby I gained respect because of the way I responded to that. Thugs are hard that's for sure. But once you get past the layers you find out that they're still human.