Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth Page #4

---

that were robbing and stealing, too.

They were

always easy scores

and they could never

go back to the cops.

The worst thing that can happen

there is you'd have to fight

their big brother

or one of their friends.

But it's still easier

than getting locked up.

Man, we were like

a pack of wild wolves.

God forbid if you came

to our neighborhood

and we didn't know you.

We might have killed you.

And we could always

be found on a corner

unless we was hiding

from the cops.

We'd be there talking sh*t,

smoking weed,

gambling, drinking.

Night Train, Brass Monkey,

Olde English 800.

You name it, we drank it.

The cheaper the better.

That's real talk.

We'd sit around laughing

about our robbing spree,

splitting money and laughing

about almost getting caught.

It was always funny until you

were the one that got caught.

Sh*t, by the time

I was 12 years old,

I was arrested

over 38 times.

You know how it is.

The juvenile detention center

was like "Cheers. "

There, everybody

knew my name.

No, really.

No sh*t.

The whole of Brownsville

was locked up with me.

It was like one big

family reunion.

No, like a summer camp.

No, even better than that.

'Cause we got three hots

and a cot.

For most of us,

that was royal treatment.

But, you know,

when I wasn't locked up,

which wasn't too often,

only thing I enjoyed more

than stealing was my pigeons.

My first fight started

with one of my pigeons.

You know, Gary the bully

stole one of my pigeons

that I stole,

you know.

And I'm like 10

at the time.

"Give me my bird back. Please,

please, give me my bird back. "

"Shut the f*** up, nigga.

You dumb fat f***.

You want this motherfucking

bird? F*** you. "

And he snapped my bird... the

f***er, he snapped my bird's neck

and threw the blood on me

and hit me with the bird.

Then my rage let loose and I beat

Gary the bully's motherfucking ass.

- ( laughs )

- ( cheering )

It was love

at first fight.

It wouldn't be long before

I got a reputation

for being the good street

fighter in the neighborhood.

Older kids would bring other

kids from other neighborhoods

who were supposed to be

good street fighters

to come to my block

to fight me.

Well, actually, they had to come

to my block 'cause I was only 10.

My mother wouldn't

let me leave the block.

Anyway, we would go into

alleyways or abandoned buildings

and the older guys would bet

money on us, of course.

And they couldn't believe

I was a fat kid with glasses

and I was kicking these

kids' asses,

punching 'em, slamming 'em,

biting 'em, too, back then.

( cheering )

Oh, yeah, you know

you got to...

you know you got to bite the

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes