naw thats on both of parents and eerrr thing else. He didn't just start talking like that over them crabs. They been letting him get way with shit for way too long. Not enough basics and way too much fukery. When his ass get left behind in life, they gonna spend energy trying to figure out what happened. Sometimes parents can really fuck up a kid hard!! and that's on MY MOMMA LIFE!
Bruh, I walked down the block to the store yesterday. There was a nice looking slimmie with a Natural who walked in right before me so she caught my eye.
Inside the store were three little boys, none of them wearing shirts, and they were milling around buying snacks and junk. They were brothers and were about 8, 10, and 12 years old. The oldest one bought a Lil Debbie and walked out while the other two kept going back and forth between the snacks and the counter picking out shit and haggling with the cashier.
They were trying to buy like $3 worth of shit with two dollars worth of change. The cashier was telling them that they didn't have enough so the items that the oldest kid left on the counter, the slimmie threw it on her purchase out of kindness. The middle kid ran back and grabbed a couple of brownies and the Sista was like...

Umm, okay, put that on too. Then the boy went outside and got the older kid to come back in as though there was a Secret Santa up in that muhfucka and HE went to grabbin shit.
She told them to chill and gave them what SHE'D paid for, but the youngest on still continued to haggle with the cashier for shit he couldn't pay for. Well these lil ragamuffins are holding up the line like a muhfucka so I pulled them aside, cuz I'd paid for lil dude's snacks to, but he wanted to spend that change. I took him to a counter and asked him to count out his money. "Okay, lil man, let's see how much you have to spend and then we can figure out what you can get."
He had 6 nickels and 37 pennies. I asked him to count it. He looked at me like

. "C'mon Lil man, count it out for me."



I asked the middle child...same response...and finally the oldest and not one of them could count...PERIOD!

All they knew was the difference between a nickel and a penny but clueless about the denomination. Once I counted out the change for him, I took his pennies and gave him 70 cents and as I was raking up HIS change, he was expecting me to give it back to him.
That boy kept telling the cashier that he had a dollar and sumn but the cashier wasn't even trying to fuck with a handful of pennies, but the kid had all of the conviction of the boy in this video. The cashier relented and let the kid go with a pack of Orbit gum in light of me and slimmie looking out for them.
The boy just insisted that he had a dollar and sumn and ain't nobody tellin him nuthin different. I'll bet those kids can dance, play ball, and slug it out with the best of them, but what future awaits them with their failed parents.
I got back to the crib and seriously pondered making a thread about getting into Foster Care.