Goldieluks:

what is 'the koko'??

Brixtonyute: I was born a rose but I grew up out of concrete to find my way in the world.. Dad was never really around, and mum worked her socks off to raise me.. Childhood was tragicomedy literally; sweet sometimes, but hard as a rock sometimes..Yeah, I was a council estate kid! I vowed at age 7 never to shed a tear for the rest of my life, and take on every situation I face like a man.. Age 10, I was already a man, making my own money and saving, in secondary school..

At age 13, the yardies on my block were my role models, and the notorious Myatts Field, Brixton was where I called home.. Age 14, I was a gang member shotting weed, crack, PCP etc. on those roads. I had whatever drug you can get from a road pharmacist, and the fiends never stopped ringing my phone.. I had my own share of road wars, got shanked a couple of times, and shot at a couple of times.

But my life change when I met this chic. Pretty thing with a big batty.. She showed me the love I never believed existed, and she loved me so much that I was scared she was trying to set me up, and hand me over to the jakes.. Then I discovered I was also in love with this girl, but I just couldn't act right because my past life shaped up my mentality the wrong way.. I've anger problems, and trust was something that was foreign to me due to my past life.. I'm from the school of hardknocks, and the road code of ethics governs the way I live, and how I do things.. Thanks to this chic and her persistence, and help; I got an education, but it never changed my mentality..

About 7months ago, she left me, and my life has never been the same..My life ended the day she left me, and I've never been the same since then.. I still cry sometimes because of this girl (Something I vowed never to do again)..

It must be love, and love is indeed powerful!

True life story.

ijebabe:
As long as you're aware of the problem and there's a lesson learnt you're on the right path. Just don't make a mess of the next one, crying may not be your only concern

Brixtonyute: I was born a rose but I grew up out of concrete to find my way in the world.. Dad was never really around, and mum worked her socks off to raise me.. Childhood was tragicomedy literally; sweet sometimes, but hard as a rock sometimes..Yeah, I was a council estate kid! I vowed at age 7 never to shed a tear for the rest of my life, and take on every situation I face like a man.. Age 10, I was already a man, making my own money and saving, in secondary school..

At age 13, the yardies on my block were my role models, and the notorious Myatts Field Estate, Brixton was where I called home.. Age 14, I was a gang member shotting weed, crack, PCP etc. on those roads. I had whatever drug you can get from a road pharmacist, and the fiends never stopped ringing my phone.. I had my own share of road wars, got shanked a couple of times, and shot at a couple of times.

But my life changed when I met this chic. Pretty thing with a big batty.. She showed me the love I never believed existed, and she loved me so much that I was scared she was trying to set me up, and hand me over to the jakes.. Then I discovered I was also in love with this girl, but I just couldn't act right because my past life shaped up my mentality the wrong way.. I've anger problems, and trust was something that was foreign to me due to my past life.. I'm from the school of hardknocks, and the road code of ethics governs the way I live, and how I do things.. Thanks to this chic and her persistence, and help; I got an education, but it never changed my mentality..

About 7months ago, she left me, and my life has never been the same..My life ended the day she left me, and I've never been the same since then.. I still cry sometimes because of this girl (Something I vowed never to do again)..

It must be love, and love is indeed powerful!

True life story.

lestat:
so the point of the self confessed sob story is?.............

Yeske!:
Brixtonyute=Bittyend=Shymmex.
Liar, tales by 'sunlight'.

shymmex:

Phuck off!

How can brixtonyute be shymmex, when I'm from the other side?

Read more about London before posting your ignorance.. And I'm not Bittyend!

Brixtonyute:

Piss in.

shymmex: ^^^If you don't know, I'm from peckham - and I can't go to brixton...

And why would I need counselling, when I volunteer as a youth worker every week - to talk to kids about the gang culture?

Stop stalking me, mate.

shymmex:

About ghetto love, you know.

Like you were not born in a council flat yourself, GTFOH... Tell those porky pies to Nigerians living in Nigeria, not me

*I see through your bs from afar*

What ends are you from? Bwahahahahahahahaha

shymmex:

You're my 'kokolet'.

Goldieluks:


What is kokolet? Am lost!

queensmith:
See what I mean, when I say there is something wrong with you I'm not insulting you I'm just stating facts. The way you reason and the things you type makes it very obvious there is something wrong with your brain.

A man is talking about yardie friends, running scams, taking (dealing?) drugs and growing up on the roughs of brixton (since we all know most of brixton is actually quite posh and bloody expensive) you are here talking about being born in a council flat? What does the nonsense you are saying have to do with what i'm saying?

I for one second cannot relate to this boy for the simple fact that i'm not ghetto, people say my area is ghetto i've never witnessed a crime. I speak properly I have an education, i've never ran bashers or atm scams or what have you, i'm not married so i don't have a child and i wouldn't go near a yardie if you paid me.

It doesn't even matter what ends you are from, or if you live in a council flat- a council flat is a right to property, living in one doesnt make you ghetto? I went to uni with people that grew up in brixton, I know many medics, lawyers, nurses what have you that come from brixton and peckham and what have it. They don't speak slang or do drugs.

Brixtonyute:

I was just narrating a true life story of how love can make people cry. The power of love.

Goldieluks:


What is kokolet? Am lost!

Brixtonyute: To everyone:

Have you ever heard about the fear of the unknown? The fear that keeps you in a state of being scared of everything and everyone. Life isn't rosy for everyone, some were born 'great' and others achieve 'greatness'. If you had to live through the murky waters, I have to pass through growing up, then you would understand my story..

I'm the rose that grew out of concrete!

shymmex:

I hear that! And your brain is perfect, huh?

shymmex: The young man was talking about the hardships he encountered, whilst growing up - and how he had to become a man at a young age, just to fend for himself.. But rather than have some empathy on the guy, because you know how tough things are in London - you were trying to show your holier than thou sentiments.. Yeah, if you were born and raised in a council flat - how dare you say you don't know what 'ghetto love' is? I can see through your bs.

shymmex: And Brixton being expensive is subjective - and the guy already said he's from Myatts Field Estate.. The last time I checked, there is nothing posh there - just a run down estate controlled by the PDC gang.. If you're from London, you should know you can never escape the gang live if you're from places like Myatts Field Estate, Angel town etc. in Brixton

shymmex: Who cares about how you speak, and your level of education? Isn't the guy who posted the thread educated? Or can an uneducated wasteman compose a well written essay like the one the OP posted?

shymmex: Delusions of grandeur!! They don't speak slang, you know..

shymmex:

I'll tell you, when you let me show you the koko.

Yeske!:
Means God save the Queen

queensmith:
You're the one insinuating I'm ghetto, we are not all the same.

You're not one of them how would you know? I don't blame you for not being able to understand that we aren't all ghetto!