Snakes

One: Jit Days

I remember back then, when everything was simple. Miami was a nice place, and I didn't know what stress was. Izzy didn't either. All I had to do was stay in school and get good grades. I always had something for rap though, and Izzy used to always get in trouble for banging on the desk to make a simple beat, as I lay down them bars to these jits. But that was jit days.

"Michael, where's Michael?" Ms. Lavender asked for me, searching all over the play ground for me. In second grade, I got in my first fight. Some tall ass boy, about 5'5 in the second grade, always use to try my set. It was real stupid and unfair, because I was like one of the smallest people in my class, and he only picked on me man. This brawl started because he had spit on my on my retro's, I think they were Space Jam 11's, one of the hyped Jordans in 2000.

This is also the time I met Izzy. "Look at this jit! He think he fresh cuz' he got some new jays!" That tall boy retaliated at me. As I was just about to diss his whole set, Izzy popped out of no where and replied "Aye yo, leave him alone, Kevin Garnett lookin' ahh' jit!" Everybody busted out laughing, including me.

You can tell big man was getting a little beastie when the words came out "shut the..." With a lot of cuss words second graders would be shocked about.

"oooooooh," everyone said around the playground. Now you see, I wasn't gonna let him size my new dawg like that, so I jumped as high as I can, and split his mouth open.

We all know the bigger you are, the harder you fall. This nigga could've made a mini earthquake if he landed on his back. that swing behind him broke his fall. As soon as the man got up, Izzy kicked him in the knee, and jit stumbled to the floor. He gave me an indication that it was my turn to tag big boy. I went up to big boy and punched him as hard as I can, but he ate it. It's okay though, because it made a huge sound, as if I broke his jaw. "ooooo!" The crowd echoed. To make it more dramatic, I yelled out "Bow down, pussy." I would've said way more, but Ms.Lavender cut me off and grabbed me and Izzy by the ears, and out of the playground.

I never laughed so hard in my life, Izzy was dying laughing at the situation too. It's like we had a connection, an Instant spark (no homo), and it was the best day of second grade. As Ms.Lavender was writing a referral on Izzy and I, we stooped over her shoulders, and read Izzy's. We started squirming and laughing because the reason why he was getting a referral was because of "bullying". Bullying? This nigga was 10 times our size!

This was the first time I got suspended. My Ma tore my behind to shreds! It was all worth it though, because me and Izzy was respected through the whole class. We were our own squad.

A few days later when I was off suspension, I now realized he lived across from me. "Yoo, Michael," he yelled. "You like making beats and rap?" I was ecstatic. Someone who likes what I like. "Sure," I said. "I don't make beats, but I rap." "Fo' real? Lemme hear some bars bruh," Izzy seemed anxious to see what I can spit. You know ya' boy Michael had to. "Alright man, drop a beat," I replied back to him. "Pff, pff," Izzy dropped a mean beat box. I knew we were going to be good friends. "uhh, uhh," I started.

"It's ya boy Michy, everybody know me, me and my boy Izzy, we jump niggas, cuz we too deep,"

Now, that crap would be hella whack. but in second grade, that would snap.

"Ok, ok," Izzy said. "You got some bars, but not more than me, Every time I see Ms.Lavender, she goes and suck my pee pee," Me and Izzy chuckled at that whack rap, but it was funny, since we heard Ms. Lavender talking about sucking a black stick over the phone. As we started gaining ourselves from laughing, he asked me what was "Michy". "Oh uh, I don't know man. I just said it to rhyme," I stated. "It's a nice rap name. Michy and Izzy, yea yea, that's good!" I laughed at Izzy. This man always use to make up stupid stuff. "Yea man... Michy and Izzy."